Lyrics:
stuff that I have
The money ‘cause I stuck to the plan?
Interviews I turned down ‘cause I won't shake hands (I won't)
cll the models I fucked, putting my
We're gonna call this song, Reckless
Cuz I'm so reckless, I'm so reckless
Ayy, nigga, I'm so reckless
I got these jealous motherfuckers tryna be me
they ain’t feel like that
Sipping Starbucks reading Robert Greene fore the sunrise
Since I popped a perc been a minute tryna calm down
DM on that
fun, I just bring her down
I said, "Don't let your future be destroyed by my past"
She said, "Don't let my door hit your ass", bass solo
Let's try
someone
I will be by your side
There is a light that shines
Special for you, and me
Hold on this song has a little introduction to it
It's ain't supposed to be sad though you might feel it that way
It's a song about desperation,
door
My car was warming up
So I gotta fear none
I'm at one with the direction I came from
And I'm still a day one
I know my vibe when I walk into a room
Number three, wasn't for the dance crew
But it gave me a chance to see
Who was REALLY down with BDP
I set the warm milk, in the glass
the club, but can we brag now? Now Black lives just had to die to get a flag down And my rap is up the map in southside Atlanta Was just a cell ? 50 years
turned and regarded the weather again, then decided on his Spanish guitar. He carefully put it in the case, walked out the door and headed for a quiet spot
opinions but holding laryngitis
See I don’t hear ‘em, I’m a winner by law
Track em down like the subway
When they sub par
Sub-zero everytime I jump in
I didn't leave alone
Somebody lying under every stone
Everything that a man could need
In a bag down by my knee
That looks good, this ain't got
that I didn't leave alone
Somebody lying under every stone
Everything that a man could need
In a bag down by my knee
That looks good, this ain't got
alive
When niggas you used to ride with cry with all that high shit
Talking down in they interviews
I ain't forget that Scott
Only difference is I
Ask the people next door
She got a gap that's out of hand, and this her favorite song
There's something about a broad that like to suck her thumb
She
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah ya ya
Black Cadillac season 3
I am crawling away from pain
Got to let go of the chain
The storyline's the same
But the playing
ya
If i slide with my shorty just know he gone pop ya
Im ever down bad better hope I dont rob ya
Sendin the hooligans straight to ya door no problem
except their fucking selves
Last time that I made a song I left a lot of shit on that shelf
'Cause I know you're too weak to hear the truth or care about
shit in Philly
I'm down with the 215, nuff respect
Fucks with Bonafide Blog and my man Side Effect
I'm ATX to the bone 2-3 certified
From the ville
don't believe that shit
I'm da king cuz I said it and I mean that shit
Ay what's so special bout him
He ain't all that shit
I set the city on fire
four-pound (uhh)
And bust like four rounds, kick the door down
Get yo' ass up outta town nigga, uhh, uhh
(Five by five) Niggaz connive, I thought you knew
like everybody knows
all the guys tryna get with her, but i'm the one she chose
i can tell by the way that you look at me
this is what you like (this is
it
But if you don't, here's your membership
[Chorus:]
You down with OPP (Yeah you know me) 3X
Who's down with OPP (Every last homie)
You down with OPP
with it
But if you don't, here's your membership
You down with OPP (Yeah you know me) [Repeat: x3]
Who's down with OPP (Every last homie)
You down with
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