Lyrics:
But, foreal
If you don’t know, you’re about to know right now
You’re about to learn
Education, you feel me dem
Trust whoever you want to trust but
love you, Deborah
I don't even gotta say your full name, you are a goddess
Nicole Pastine (and of course the homie Xavier)
Rapping is my passion, I
smiles on me
I snort a line of pre-workout then pass up on the tree
Your mother loves my style, thinks I am the bees knees
And while I can outrun your ass,
wrote off before, I got abandonment issues
I hold grudges like bad judges, don't let me resent you
That's not Nelson-like—you wann love me like Nelson
I
softer?
Don't worry about the light
It's very harsh
So tell me
What?
Do you always come on like this?
No, sometimes I'm aggressive
Will you just,
a country
Who doesn't think his life matters
And yes
It's 2019
A new year, fresh start
But tell that to D'angelo Brown
Who was just shot
In the head
By
explain it to me bitch, you know what I'm talkin' about
I don't know nobody up here
I don't fuck with nobody up here, and I ain't been fuckin' with nobody
when Mr. James Dillingham Young entered the furnished rooms
His name became very short indeed
Mrs. James Dillingham Young put her arms warmly about him
a snake in the grass
I've been bitten by your kiss, yeah
You're sorry
Don't believe it
Tell me did you think about him
Tell me did you think about him
Did
boy I think I fell out of love
He couldn't blame her man he knew it was his fault
This goes out to anyone that has someone they love
Go right all your
Louisville Slugger
Bashed his head in with my Louisville Slugger
I'm a motherfuckin' psycho and I don't give a fuck about 'em
I kill the nigga, cut off
a demon" The figure answered plainly
"Oh." The Sun gathered his thoughts for a moment
He'd never seen a demon in the flesh before, only heard about them in
I think, I think, I think
I think she likes me
I think, I think, I think
I think she likes me
I think, I think, I think
I think she likes me
I think
been subjected to all of the snakes
And the people that love to surround me
I think my weakness is giving out chances that I don't be giving myself
I
plaything
Don’t wanna stop this love we’re making
Scratches down my back and hickies up yours
Fuck from shower, counter, bed, and now floor
Oh who goes there,
I'ma hawk that man down when I see him (wait 'til I see him)
Boy, I'ma give his ass this clip (whole clip)
This nigga must think I'm a ho (think I'm
at the club
He got love
On drinks grub
And the whole nine
Only time he went in his pockets
Was in the entry line
But later down the line
Let's peep A's
Me and my mandem are making paper we don't care about you
Wanna kill him better kill me too
It's so easy like two plus two
Me and my mandem are
the back
And I'm feelin so true
Got much love for my nigga named Screw
The Kici's in this bitch, my nigga Jonathan
I got about 6 or 7 pounds from him
He
I got a boyfriend now
C'mon, uh, uh, uh, yo, yo
Gotta man that I think I'm gon' love forever
And forever, we'll be together (c'mon)
No matter
there by the store
Selling narcotics for the low
Niggas think I fell off?
Niggas done lost they mind
Niggas think since I'm rapping now
I still got
confirm it
Don't deserve it, it's all in his love
And I can tell you about all these and more because
I’ve been around
Seen places and faces
But no ones’
A scrub is a guy that thinks he's fly
And is also known as a busta
Always talkin' about what he wants
And just sits on his broke ass
So no, I
A scrub is a guy that thinks he's fly
And is also known as a busta
Always talkin' about what he wants
And just sits on his broke ass
So no, I
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