Lyrics:
for it
I've got the boys doing circles with rollies in the rolls Roice
You said it was our heyday
But really it was your day
Always stuck on replay
Me
put the blame on you
Fool me three times, fuck the peace signs
Load the chopper, let it rain on you
My only regret was too young for Lisa Bonet
My only
put the blame on you
Fool me three times, fuck the peace signs
Load the chopper, let it rain on you
My only regret was too young for Lisa Bonet
My only
mum gonna tell me off for all the noise
Imagine playing 'Fortnite' you d
You might as well just go die in a ditch
If I pay for the tab, you best eat
Dooley no live righteously
Just so far fi di law and god almighty
By going around and eaty eaty
Me feel horny want somebody me bawl
It a tickly my my
told me to keep practicing and wait here for you. That envelope in the box has your name on it.’
The thick envelope read; ‘New Older’ in single
bedroom floor
Let's save the best for the darkness
Give me just a little bit more
Don't say that you can resist me
What are you waiting for?
What are
the Armageddon
Save me from the outside
Save me from the outside
It's okay (okay) it's okay (okay)
Just say (say) say (say)
These are only high school bedroom days
saving somethin other than hip-hop
And maybe hip-hop'll save you from the pit-stop
Kill em all, yield
(naw man It wasn't me it was Holden Caulfield
save you
I can save you
I can save you
I can save you
I can save you
I can save you
Follow me through struggle
Gettin up from rubble
Put me down you
save you
I can save you
I can save you
I can save you
I can save you
I can save you
Follow me through struggle
Gettin up from rubble
Put me down you
Hello this is Bluebird acoustic
On... I think it's March, and
I'm very creatively... blocked at the moment
And I don't know what to do for the album
the needy, therefore I got plenty for you (wanna be my Sweetie)
Shawty love the meats goddamn she love it meaty goddamn I ain't know she was super Freaky
I put
And you can get the fickity-finger, the middle
You little dizzy bitch, eatin' spaghetti again
Got a 6 o'clock craving, stop, get Ciroc
It's 'bout to be
leave, I'm begging you not to go
Call your name two, three times in a row
Such a funny thing for me to try to explain
How I'm feeling and my pride is
fucking with Dayonikin you regret it my nigga
Ay this shit nothing new
Asain bitch and Black bitch like Rush Hour 2
They in my bedroom and they tryna film
Baby, you just a little too sweet for me
Aw, baby, I don't know if you got what I need
And I wanna love ya, baby
I wanna show ya there's nobody
you're banging on my bedroom door
You only say you love me when you want me and we're naked
When you're laying on my bathroom floor
Way we do, it
[Chorus][Kandi]
you make me TALK nasty nasty to ya
DREAM about how i wanna do ya
THINK what i used to think about you bring it out
you show me
In my bedroom I decay
You broke my heart left me betrayed
Rope I'm tied up by the train
Felt it as you grasped my soul
Fell deep down your rabbit hole
(Nile, I hear you)
(Pablo, you crazy for this one)
It's the Wockhardht came with no cut for me
It's the Glock 26 on tuck for me
It's the how
enemy, everyday it's me vs me
I can't let that get to me, god protect my energy
My thoughts are where the ceiling be
I just wanna be good for once
Herbo or Durkio
Keep pipe on me, you’ll never know
Never did flash, and prolly still won’t
Ha
Look
Woah
I’m a young nigga destined for this greatness
It
she dykes
And she asked me for a pitcher so I gave her three strikes
Yeah I'm, I'm the man around this motherfucka'
I'm so hot you probably catch
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