Lyrics:
I ain't trying to judge you
I'm not your honor
I got gas, marijuana
We can go to the tropics
Moana
She a bad ting
Rihanna
Rihanna
I wanna slam her
sit up on a dick and do it
Like I'm gay, everybody knows I'm gay, G
Always getting boned by Jay-Z
I'm at Mickey D's
Getting me a dick and fries with
in the pudding and that baking sodas taking
Paper that I'm making got her taking photos naked
Listening to niggas like whistling at Wendy Williams
I
By the power of The Living God and in the name of Jesus Christ, my Lord and Saviour, I make these declarations loud and clear:
1. My mind is free!
[Chorus]
Yeah I play my music LOUD!
I betcha you feel me coming down the block
The thunder in the trunk gon' knock
You know I play my music LOUD
Stadium in Sydney
My people so loud
All my fans, yeah they be
So I’m making it one
That they never forget
Their favorite artist
And I haven’t left yet
Make
shook
Say you getting money fuck nigga this how you Sposed to look
I be rockin Dymelyfe, Aduh and Armani
Catch me where they trapping at making all
man
Here I am
But I know her from work she pass by like he ain't that fly you got
One more chance
To fall down the rabbit hole
Let me take you
I have to go, I'm so sorry
But it feels so cold in here
I am just now realizing, they don't care
I try real hard, but I'm caught up by my
pullin off clean inna brand new drop
I dont wont yo bitch cuz i know she a thot, they say they my friends but I know dat they not
Im kickin by my lonely
son, my son, remember the words of the Lord.
Isaiah chapter 59, verse 1, behold, the Lords hands is not shortened,
that it cannot hear, but your
We be making money, no time to play around
You better bow down until your face is on the ground
No you don't wanna try me, I heard you being loud
You
things
Talent you have naturally
Skill, is only developed by hours and hours and hours of beating on your craft
I've been killing microphones, killing
things talent you
Have naturally skill is only developed
By hours and hours and hours
Of beating on your craft
I've been killing microphones
Killing
been making her top with no face
I almost forgot what she look like
I been teaching her chess and spades
And yes I teach her what a crook like
That make
welcome to chapter one
The whole rap game expired prematurely
I was sent here to deliver it to you securely
Thankful in advance that you deem me worthy
Got
of rejection or abandonment, fueled by a belief that one's worth is contingent upon others' approval. By acknowledging these fears and recognizing that one's
and after that you will be righteous folk by
Repenting before committing the sin
One from among them said, Do not kill Joseph, but if you must do something,
According to a recent tweet by Iggy Azalea
"Diss songs shouldn't be filled with
Celebrity name drops to pad out lazy bars"
I beg to differ
Rihanna
daily
Looking for some answers
Feels like nothing matters
Lost control
(When I'm by myself I think I've)
Lost control
I don't want to be part of your
Get rowdy
By now, you know what to do
Get loose
Like no one's watching you
Cause you the truth
It's ya dance floor
You're the main star
So after you hit
boy on the come up
Making noise like thunder
My flow's not standard
My beats are so loud
I drip, you drown
I water the town
You slip, I slide
You cannot
Rihanna
Drake a 10 bag going global on ma mama
Rolling up a J,K, Hogwarts
Selling up M J numbers
Changing a behavior like I'm nanny McPhee
Pulling up K, K
'm kissin' n fuckin' you n in a minute I'm a veer left
An by the pluck of the jugular see the blood of my lover and then I finish when your near death
I
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