Lyrics:
Iko, iko
Iko iko an de
Jock-a-mo fee no ah na nay
Jock-a-mo fee na ne
My spyboy met your spyboy
Sittin' by the fire
My spyboy told your
to my Woe's
Bottle girl can I get a hunnit mo'
99 problems was here now they gone
Bottle girl can I get a hunnit mo'
Take one down and pass it to my
my song
Brain damage
Way before my baby daughter Hailey
I was harassed daily by this fat kid named D'Angelo Bailey
An eighth grader who acted
You know I'm waited le Ma'Gang Ame Gang ame
And when I pull up they gon' stand by me stand by me
They know I'm grinding leha ba sa nthate sa nthate
shut
My pulse starts to stride and strut
We try to live life with an open mind
But what's appearing our hearing turns eardrums blind
The speaker reeks
burn all the memories out
Running out of love
Had my pulse exaggerating
Then you pulled the plug
When my phone started ringing
My demons are calling
I'm
Are you ready?
Woo
Free, baby
Boy, when you look at me
Do you judge me by my cover?
Got to be kiddin' me
To think that I'm that kind of lover
Are you ready?
Woo
Free, baby
Boy, when you look at me
Do you judge me by my cover?
Got to be kiddin' me
To think that I'm that kind of lover
as written, some want to treat my
Like I'm forbidden, but I'm just lookin' for the shit that's hittin'
Could I be? Come a little bit closer
Why you cautious
asleep
I work I shit I eat I sleep
I'm inspected by the number seven
This can't be my life
No this isn't me
I don't know what's beset this change
I
I'm addicted to electric pulses,
I'm addicted to electric pulses,
How?
Let's see.
All decisions crowded out by voices,
All decisions crowded out by
I ain't got none left of my motherfuckin' self, uh
I'm just tryna get by with my fuckin' health, uh
Kinda wanna hang from a mo'fuckin' shelf, uh
I'm
brokes not an option
Got love for my fam, ain't no other way around it
Mo money mo problems, mo money mo problems
I been on the scene grinding hard to get
I'm a happy soul, but sometimes am pissed
By too many fake doings honestly man's pissed
Fakers gon write you off with no sack letter
They'll claim
But when the drive-by hit this is the main route
What the fuck is my problem nigga?
I got a glock seventeen better gobble them
So why should I trip,
call it a diss
Pull up we shoot it I’m balling like swish music my life put my all in this shit
I can not stop with this no mo
We ain’t have a pot
'bout my feady, game so mean
Hypnotizing these hoes, like they gone off that lean
I'm that track flipping, up one dipping, he can do whatever man
If
My grandma and your grandma
Sitting by the fire
My grandma told your grandma
I'm gonna set your flag on fire
Talk about hey now (Hey now)
Hey now
again
Some try to assault Dre, it's still cavi
I'm eatin' steak while they struggle to break the slave mentality
I givin' livin' definition long as my
one left ill get em all
I'm just by myself no regards,
CLICK click let em off too much chit chat bitch you soft
Run up on you make ur run of pulse
be alone
Thank you for coming to my live
I will always remember that night
goosebumps and my pulse oh god
that day I was ready to die and be alive
nigga, you heard me
Even when I'm smoking on some doe-doe or sipping on some mo-mo
I always keep the 4-4, what, what
You fucking with niggaz, that's 'bout
I guess to get yo attention, I'll lift this weight up like I was benching
My Amicus Brief
I'm mo' surprising than death
Not many real left in this
Ahn ahn ahn ahn
Yeah
(I go by the name)
Ooh ooh
Mavali
Blessed indeed
But my scars and pain you barely see
My eyes don bleed
Still I show love to my
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