Lyrics:
are souvenirs, niggas always take 'em home.
You got blown over the jack? (that ain't gangsta)
Your man ran when you got clapped? (that ain't
a creature
All of these VVS'S on my
Neck, they flashing and glimmerin'
It giving seizures
I hit these hoes by the twos
Do that for my leisure
Heart is so cold
Move that work like a landscape
No vacation it's a pay-cation
Half a bill and they still hating
Birds connect nigga from A to Z
And I can send for them
we've run until the end of suns
When the white turns to black
Whoa one by one
Can't you see
Can't you see?
Popping popping thrills
Looking for a frill
in the syllables Unbearable parables for white collar criminals
Not trying to get political This mass is too critical
Some think I'm being cynical but
wish I knew a way that pushes you to stay
We could play the White House like Bushes for a day
Yeah
Desert Storm! Knockout!
Baby
As of a matter
shit they didn't like
Ridin marble white
I might just break em off, when I come dripped out right
I'm talkin shoes by Hirachi, shirts by Versace
Hoes
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She was only 13
Looking like a fiend
Saddest shit I ever
Seen
dance until you can't no more
Dance
Gonna do my own
And you're never gonna catch me going home
You're never gonna catch me going home
I'm gonna stay
don't invite in, but since we got a like friend I could get you like, 10"
I told him I could move like 10 by nights end
Put the white over the plate, like
know
There have to be a better way Holding my head high
And looking forward
To them brighter days
Ain't nothing new for me
But still I needa get free
I was rolling my Seville with the custom gold grill
I was in the field, still looking for a thrill
And I knew it was bogus, I should've kept it real
wit a Mobsta
Fuck the car jack we do a body snatch
Tie niggas up in the trunk wit them rats like a mac for owning scratch
SpeedKnot?s unstoppable
late for you to scream peace
This how it is in the street, leaving is obsolete
And still I maintain, seeing the same thang
Sometime I scream, my
my fiends still walk down the aisle
How much for the mash everyone put 2 in then slap 2 in a pump
And the plug just called now I'm stuck in the White
home now
Dressin' all white like a dove, yeah, they tried but they can't jack my style
All the time be feelin' hurt, man, sometimes I need a hug dog
It
knew you are why I write so
Run away with me
I sleep so much better by your side
Alabama could be a pretty sweet home for you and I.
A pretty sweet home
to cover
Looking for ya
But these are not my people here
I think you know that
Nervous like a wild dog
Waiting for the attack
I was living in
at the crash site
Looking for a body but I'm back to life
Hook
I spent all my life at the crash site
Looking for a white light
But it never passed by
Used
looking for licks
Rill flames like he came from a bic
Niggas pussy they next to the clit
5 0 down the street taking flicks
Still hustle man who gives
sucker shit I’m pushing back your toupee
Stalking out by your house
I’m in your mouth like toothpaste
For my respect I’m going live you thought I played
on the tombstone for the beat in this coffin
No coronavirus, but I'm masked up
Like everybody 'round me still coughing
And these bitches 'round me making no sense
wrong choices and praying we make it home
Look
Late nights for me sitting by my lone
Thinking to my self I had to get up in my zone
Running with them
is coming from
I'm from Compton everybody's on the wagon
I'm looking for niggas that's thinkin'
That they're the shit, that's who I'm taggin'
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