Lyrics:
funny
'Cause you're by yourself
And ah, I'm not your Cinderella
Gotta get another fella
Gotta get a man that understands
You're just
and claws
The kid's been trampeled before by a tramp with no flaws
That's up to they get cramps in they jaws
I keep kefs jammed in the four
Amp meter
ever listened to any of the older fellas?
Oh, yeah, sure. I like ah, John Lennon and the other one with, eh, Harry Nilsson
Mmm, you go back that
the hustlas, come on
This is for the hustlas, oh
Oh, come on, come on
I make money like a motherfucker
It ain't no thang to me
Short Dog in
C-gutta, Roc-A-Fella, 400s and better (uh, uh)
Lil' Cease push threes with five in his eyes
Knocking "Not Gon' Cry" by Mary Blige
I die for my niggas
C-gutta, Roc-A-Fella, 400s and better (uh, uh)
Lil' Cease push threes with five in his eyes
Knocking "Not Gon' Cry" by Mary Blige
I die for my niggas
like a bum in the slum but I fixed the image
Beastin' up on crumbs for the skipper
Them niggas giggled, they was tickled
Feds in my lane, yeah I'm in
rule.
Twenty-one fellas and one little girl
She looks like just an angel with a platinum curle
Ooh, wee oh, me, oh my
I guess that's why they called
in a box
Thinking for myself you fellas acting like some bots
i be Making all these moves while you be lookin at your watch
Would you bitches fucking
Drama)
Straight from Decatur, ayy
Still havin', ayy, yeah, ayy
Quemix
Money is somethin' that I got a lot of (I got a lot of)
Back on my bully
that ass hop
All the fellas like to see you make the planet rock
Call it what you want it, ghetto futuristic come get up on it
There's a bianc up in
o'place it was
Before it got "discovered" by the kind o'
Cat that knows the earth belongs t'him
Back when the world was young
An' man was a living god
love, when I had it hard?
I've been at it all day
Trapping 'til it's all straight
He took a shot of metal to the face
This 40 gonna rock a fella like Jay
shit, mhm, mhm, yeah, move that shit (woo)
Frontin' like you did it for the fellas
Get all the bitches jealous when you do that shit
But my neck is
to Bangladesh
I riggedy-rippin' flesh plus I get fresh like this
Swish, swiggedy-swooshed kid, you'll get it done
Scorched(?) for fun, I riggedy-rhyme like no
'Clef can I rock
I'd like to give a shout out to my people on the block
For you Silly Willy playin thug cartoon
My infrared scope got your movements
'Clef can I rock
I'd like to give a shout out to my people on the block
For you Silly Willy playin thug cartoon
My infrared scope got your movements
gotta Plex server that's for real for real
I'm-a text Gerda that this feelings here
Havin sex, Serta mattress seals the deal
Shatter back walls like
or somethin. Tryna Be my best friend like a dog or somethin. Shake that ass tell me you don't wear no draws for nun. Forever raw I'm fuckin in her jaws I'm
Roc-a-Fella shit fold and you
Move back to the 'Go
Is it back to ghost producer for
D dot on the low?
For the millionth time askin' me
Questions like Toni
on a dream to follow what it means
Was interrupted by this chicken that I used to cluck wit
Back in the days when I was movin' much shit, "What up chick?"
Nights like that with a backpack
Living just for fun with a bag packed
Bottleshop towns for a ransack Responsibilities on the back track
Big hills
Small
Nights like that with a backpack
Living just for fun with a bag packed
Bottleshop towns for a ransack Responsibilities on the back track
Big hills
Small
Well excuse me mate
But you're pushing at the bar
The fella's been waiting
There longer by far
Nevermind the queue
Isn't it just like you
Time to sit
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