Lyrics:
by the name of Rihanna with me
Straight from Barbados, give 'em that flavor baby girl
Let's go
You were there for me when I needed you when my
know, bright fancy cars, big yachts and mansions
On the beaches of Aruba with a girlie romancin
Now I'm about to tell you a very artistic fable
More
a ScHoolboy with a Blank Face
How do I make a snap judgment? Of them here with a big budget
With the physical, with the mental, trying to take big notes with
the garden that's refusing grow
Stay by myself and I just know that I been begging for more
My heart been broke so many times meet me at the crossroads
to the dopeman once more
All those days, had me fiending for a hot meal
Now I'm a crook, got steel, I do not feel
So don't even trip, when I flip, with my
Oh
That's my creator
Oh
That's my creator
Oh
You look me in my eyes
You can see I don't play
With my creator
Oh
If you're hearing all the lines
That
Oh
That's my creator
Oh
That's my creator
Oh
You look me in my eyes
You can see I don't play
With my creator
Oh
If you're hearing all the lines
That
steak that, fry and bake that
One time in the big ole south
Lived a lil chubby kid with a big ol' mouth
Lame writers gave him big ol' doubts
Now
of
iambs marching. Who said that? Who is in this dark room with me?
Who is standing by my side? Whispering in my ear?
Breathing on my neck? Giggling? Who is
to stay alive
Told me to fight so we see a better life open my eyes
When most of my people die, we gon' live good
I told them just wait and see, I got big
up and to get cake
But who gone be by my side for the big break
Who is these niggas, I don't know them
Only niggas I want round me is bro n'em
If
It's your boy monster right here
It's Tijan kaba
(The beat monster)
Call me Leoboi
You keep waking everyday, what An opportunity
I got 360 wave with
going long
I get the deuce put it in styrofoam
We in the hood no location trap phone
I had to grind it didn't happen by hope
Amiri jeans with the big
everything tidy again
Watch this, I know this flow so well
Makes me remember I'm Wiley again
Might swing by the river
With your wifey again
Hold on, I've done
get high
Get high
Get high
This type of music make me wanna make love
Make love
Make love
This type of music make always help me get by
Get by
Get by
I
committin homicides and drive-bys
livin with ?????
but still slanging that fuckin pie
and got more bitches than you
so what the fuck you
to you privately
Maybe its my mood, as far as I can see
There's really no point in having this guy with me
Change from the days of us getting in your
hoes
they come runnin' with they fans & they best clothes
to get stuck by the nigga with the million bucks
I won't lie and say I had a million fucks
very good and so was I, I must say - word
We hit McDonald's, pulled into the drive
We ordered two Big Macs and two large fries with Cokes
She kicked her
a dub in the air, that means I'm rollin' twenty Crip out
Slip out, trip out, until my headphones slip
I'm with my kinfolk, Crip, we out to get more
in my ride
Or must I remind ya how I lost my last job
Chill with all that chatter
Ya know ya need to stall
Trust me baby bro that's what big
And I'm living, I'm loving
I've loved long before
And I'm loving you big time
I'm loving you more
Take to the lake
Playing Lady in Red
Hanging onto
of aggression
Approaching me and yo I ain't lying
Was this big coconut eating barefoot giant
Face to face, I mean, chest to face
My first prepared to hook off in
need no one
But you knocking at my door
No … No more no more
I don’t wanna be a player no more
My bed’s too big without you,
I know, I hurt you in
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