Lyrics:
my soul
Ah Shit, gibby lost his mind that nigga lost control
I ain't going by the La gibby bitch
My new name Trapediah
A nigga playing with Lil' Trap I
by Ben is Mr. Franklin
You wasn't wit' me on them hard days , or them hard nights
My senior year I was kicked out I slept in parks at night
But you
miles cause the cream I desire
Walk into the bakery, they fresh out the fryer
Broke into the cream, caught my leg on some wire
Just committed credit fraud
got patience it's a lot to cross the line
I'm a runner-up these bitches tryna take me out in time
But it's fine I got members to my left and to my right
I'm a gangsta (Tupac!)
I stomped a bitch out
Yeah it was my grandma (She died)
Put my hand on the stove
Next to the spatula (Ooh!)
I burnt that bitch
Sammy Sosa
Bitch, I'm ballin' like I'm Sammy Sosa
Keep a babe by my side and a chain around my neck
Fly as a jet, treat me with respect Keep the cash in
Y'all already know me, with my homies, Mr. RG
Whole lotta trash, whole lotta fuckin' garbage
I don't give a fuck, cause I'm never gonna be starvin
Eatin'
I got that good dick girl, ya didn't know
Is my mind playin tricks, like Scarface and Bushwick
Willie D, havin nightmares of girls killin me
She
Get a dick suck wit a gat in my hand
Bitch, it's thug passion
Chicks drive by in their whips
They be flashin
Do you know Bonic and Lib?
They be
Ah, Ah, Ah (2x)
[Verse 3: Andy]
You see my man Dan Large he's out of this world
And the People Under The Stairs are out of this world
Mr. Mark Jones
for my jit
Know I got them soldiers
They gon' get in line for that hit
She say, "What's your name?" Prada Papi 4
Walk around with knots and rolls
Mrs Kruger has gone for good
8 cylinders under the hood
I put my arm around my girl
I hold her tight cos she’s my world
We’re leaving rubber
taking his wife
And strangling her like "She ain't alive!"
Then he died on her grave with a cracked neck
Let's dig out your mom like
Your memories
the power Because we deserve it
Women's Rights are human rights We want an equal voice
Equal Pay
Equal Rights
This one is for my daughter
Born to be a leader
Uh, uh
(Danny, you're my hero)
Playin' Fortnite 'cause I'm so gay
I downloaded it on Christmas day
Fuckin' yo bitch, she callin' me bae
Yeah, callin'
my great friend Cathy
She says somethin’ like.. you just keep believin’ Mr Voight
And these words will ring true
We will get this thing
Before it ever
what to do when your not by my side
Sometimes I don't know what to do when I can't see your face on my mind
But I do know what to do when I need some
they're pursuing
But it's my stomping ground where herds get blown down
Think I'm getting caught by beasts you's a damn clown
Check the drums of death
jazz band, eat a pussy
While she do a handstand, out in Flushing call me Bam-Bam
Smoke good, stay chopped, Van Damme hand
Damn, the bitch like Mrs
no other as my mrs
Though I know I'm contradicting did you wrong
I'm the progress in the works
Girl I know I left you hurt that doesn't mean we can't
nothin' sweet
Took the game by surprise, it wasn't cheap
Without a peep, had to stand on my pivvy, don't make it squeak
I'm elite, out the draft like I'm
have gone by
My, my, how she grew
I liked her looks
When I carried her books in Kalamazoo
(Zoo, zoo, zoo, zoo, zoo)
I'm gonna send a wire
Hoppin'
boney hoes
Lonely like cheese and baloney only
I could've broke my "sacro-philly-ac" (sacroiliac)
Silly grind, Billy Jack, illy nine milli black
Listen
don't trust 'em
Snitches, don't want 'em in my shit
We in a tunnel, buyin' mo' by the bundle
You know when we come through, get it right
But dead? right,
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