Lyrics:
don't want no dealin'
I'ma stack up that money for Sunday to Sunday
Cause I went from the floor to the ceiling on gang
Uh, oh yeah
Didn't give a fuck
the light's down)
We should stay away from all the dangerous
But I will try to make you feel secure
Let me tell you 'bout these past weeks on a broken Sunday
talking to me
I don't want no death all over me
Woke up one night, I was set real free
Don't got no world controlling me
Made that one song like, where
Nah nah , me na dey shake
All my mistakes
Dem be lesson o, I never fail.
I'm from the trybe of judah
Dem my people never fail we never fade
Tell dem
They ask me who moving, I tell em' we run it.
My trap always open from Monday to Sunday.
They go cross the border and fly cross the country.
My trap
That's why it's only done out of love
What I wouldn't give for one mo' hug, from grandma
Baby it's gon' be okay (oh yes it will)
(She used to tell me
That's why it's only done out of love
What I wouldn't give for one mo' hug, from grandma
Baby it's gon' be okay (oh yes it will)
(She used to tell me
the Ricky with the blicky on me (it's the Ricky with the blick)
Wednesday I threw a vintage tee
By those legendary bands I don't even know one song (wohwoh)
then Sunday he's so sweet?
To me and mine, this nigga's hard to define
Cause he beefing when he broke but he arrogant when he shine
It fucks you up,
in videotape
Juveniles that carry tecs
She encourage me to always maintain in a religious sect
Although I'm from the gutter
It didn't mean I had to be
right in the street
I'll tell you now, HEY, stop that press
I feel you chasing me in my dreams all through my head
Just one more song, just one more night
the valley
All by herself, goin' on the ho stroll
Comin' back home late night with the bankroll
You know a bitch like that makes me sick
But I heard that she
saw it through
I found myself on a Sunday afternoon, take two
And it's gonna be me this time
It's really gonna be me this time around
I wanna make
You know I grew up with
Five sisters and no brothers
I'd be in Sunday school
And they tell us stories of Caine and Abel
You know the first murder
to Jaguars to Hummers
To whatever you got - we got it and then some
Ya heard me
From princess cuts to baguettes
to whatever kind of diamonds they got, we
hoodie rap
No fear in my eyes, what they looking at
What they looking at
Black hoodie rap
Me not think such a thing is worth a man's life
I'm from a state
How's it going?
Good
You?
Fair
Yeah, tell me
Russian Tea Room
Hi
Mary
Say hello
I think I got a job
Where?
True
done by Mr. Zappa that I think are unfair to our country.
I think, from the beginning, to say that this is going to be balanced, when he has this
can feel this
Feeling's for real
Let me tell you something
Don't go away
Don't you stray
Let me tell you something
Don't go away
Don't you
Say the truth, whole truth, no undercover freak, I'm guilty
Check please, pay the cost
To be the boss, just bill me
I can tell by the way you've been
Say the truth, whole truth, no undercover freak, I'm guilty
Check please, pay the cost
To be the boss, just bill me
I can tell by the way you've been
go by the name of Andre 3000, right
And we hail from a place called like Stankonia, GA, right
You know right now everyone wants to be from space
I'm a fly mamacita, Maria
Muy bonita, Maria
I'm from the Windy City, boriqua
Everybody watch when I walk
Everybody listen when I talk
Let me tell you
nigga soft here (fuck 'em)
My niggas down, they came from the town (phew)
They let it off here (slatt)
Audemars Piguet, ice me (ice)
Where I be
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