Lyrics:
them there to 'Say Yes' like Floetry
The clique that I oversee ain't impressed by ya poetry
You're the place you're supposed to be
You ain't ain't comin'
Ah the Butcher comin', nigga
We gotta turn this shit up
I’m the one I'm the nigga
That all these niggas wanna
Be, they ain't gon’ say
Nothin' on they
guess that we meant it when we said, "Forever"
But shit I don't know about her
She in 'nd out it feels like I'm the batter
Keep climbing but there ain't
care nothin bout you and yo old dude
Cause he was never really swangin no doors
Pussy dripping like the candy paint
I was raised by the OG's before me
I mean?
Like gainin' weight or nothin' like that, like colossal
Like, know what I mean, like
I heard you were lookin' for me
Hey, Mr. Carter,
picture
Take yo hoe and fuck her on the low just like a whisper
Dom Perignon by the pitcher
I used to eat at Crystal's
Nah I'm just lying, I used to meet
and be one, ya fuckin' peon
I been like Dion for eons
You ain't nothin but a biatch
Messed around and let me re-up
I come back through and tear
in
Dont give a fuck what you into
All of my diamonds are dancin
Now I got somethin to give you
Dot on your head like a Hindu
Now there aint nothin you
the fuck is elegant
I want head, also want some carti lens
I want bread like I'm winning all these settlements
I ain't alone but I deal with shit by myself
The shit was tucked so the piff
Get puffed like Diddy there
Chuck True enough y'all shooters
Don't do enough i fuck coochie like a porno
Movie I'm queuin' up
to the doctors
Don?t try to seduce me 'cause I ain't got a quarter for a Lucy
Just give me a dap or salufe me I don?t wanna hear the sorrow I ain't got nothin
I want is a good time
By getting in the 50 yard line and bump and grind
We can get our grub on but I ain't spendin' a dime
Except for (..?..)
group, we was the l.O.X. Crooks
I'll slap a hundred dollars on the whole blocks books
And know the block shook, when I walk by
Niggas just like you they
aint no thing
It ain't nothin but a fling
There aint no in between
I'm on point like a screen
Dropping 100s like Kareem
Booty bouncing on the beat
Have
raised by a gun
And it's ironic 'cause my pops
Ain't give me no advice rappin' in the car
But couldn't stay the same
'Cause there's no room to turn into
nothin' I do ain't right (okay, okay)
He don't give a fuck bout nobody but himself, oh
He wanna get one down, don't care if I left, oh
Know he got shit
here with me too ain’t been the same since u been gone but this shit ain’t nothin new just need somebody i can trust again and that’s only u so tell me
roofless, took the top off coupe go stupid (took her top off!)
Revvin' at 80 cops they knew it, this no Mercedes no money I blew it, yeah (woah)
I ain't got
once or twice
All it did was make me stronger, bitch, ain't nothin nice
[Chorus]
It's better that I find out now, rather than later
fuck that nigga life up if he let me (on God)
I don't do the internet, bitch, it be messy
Opp in the party, get popped like a fetti
Ain't impressed by
I got a gat by the side like my man Big
Stand out on that song he did with me
You feelin the presence of So So Def
Rest assure we gettin the money
Irrelevant
(Written by: Landon Allen & Andrew Knight)
(Chorus)
Yeah
Man I see you ain’t hard as you wanna act
They keep tellin me this I think ima
once or twice
All it did was make me stronger, bitch, ain't nothin nice
[Chorus]
It's better that I find out now, rather than later
Ayo, I force MC's to bleed
Retreat and recede
That's the Young Sinatra creed
Killin' a track with incredible speed
And doin' it like it's nothin', no
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