Lyrics:
house
Just waitin' for you to come out
'Cause I'm a stupid bitch (I know)
A real fuckin' stupid bitch (I know)
Ain't nothing but a stupid bitch
My
off
Now hoe just sing-along
Anybody wanna come and check on your bro?
Hm I guess not, that's why I stay on the low
That's why I gotta hit it like I
understands us
'Til they came true, started goin' bananas
Somewhere along the road, I got us as lost as Atlantis
Benders in Vegas, drinking under cabanas
making love
I don’t know what it feels like
But I know baby this feels right
We can just call it love
Watch the sunrise
Through your brown eyes
Stay by
Baghdad
like a Christmas tree
It was the Christian thing to do you see
they didn't mention any casualties
no distinction between the real
and the proxy
only
and shit upon
Right til ya prove me wrong, think you can do me hunh?
Can't we all just get along, in this modern Babylon?
Dueling with my nemesis, layin down
is the only thing I've figured out
Til im dead til im gone me and opps dont get along
Bitch im faded on my own
Sianora im so gone
Pistols popping like
til it smoulders, aye
Find me wherever the guap is
My squad in the field and the block lit
I thought you was real but you not kid
On top of the building
and I'm reppin' OTP
Rubbin on her booty damn I think she diggin' me
She put that thing on me I got my hands across her titties
15 minutes til demon time
you're missing out on real life!
And by real life, I mean the minions both in "Minions (2015)"
And "Despicable Me" - 1, 2, and 3 - like literally, you do
Haha
Ca$his, Ca$his
Yeah (king Mathers)
C'mon (pistol poppin')
Come get me, nigga
Pistol poppin', bodies droppin', layin' all around
You
i got carrier away when she passed by
I'm fucking with her style and them brown eyes
She ain't the type of girl that be out much
She thinks ima player
the Drama King himself
KaySlay, "Streetsweeper Volume 2"
Lil' somethin for the ladies right now
Noooo drama involved, real sexy
"Celebrity Love" - let's
the real goons
Come and get ya bodies get dropped
We ain’t playing games of Twister
Puttin' back shots in your
Mother and your sister i’m sick and vicious
Get down on a shawty
Get a little bit of Crime Mob in me
(I come in the club shaking my beads)
They already know when they hating on Peaz
Things get
Do the chain, just a watch and a pinky ring
Now everybody come together, join along and sing
[Chorus]
I'm from the ghetto homey
I was raised
undermined the real
So now when Things Fall Apart at our Roots
We finna run for cover
Thoughts of the Black and Brown
Get us throwed, we fly off of the bat
separate it's like we under spells
'Cause when we hurt each other we come back to help each other heal
You say I'm crazy, but at least you know my love is
on Long Isle
Won't be long now, I started rhyming young
I designed for fun, knowing my time would come
I started, paying dues DJ'in with crews
Learning
Calm down
[Rip]
Who you telling to calm down nigga, I'm a ripper remember?
I told you not to do "Gone Til November."
But you wouldn't listen. I always
with the Slaughters and Em
Come on in, dummy, the water's fine
Sniff around, I smell just like money, I ain't hard to find
I'm doing big things
This
truth hurts
Real men don't cancel to kill careers
They strike at bullies til their names, alone, instilling fear
Not the type to promote committing
truth hurts
Real men don't cancel to kill careers
They strike at bullies til their names, alone, instilling fear
Not the type to promote committing
Do the chain, just a watch and a pinky ring
Now everybody come together, join along and sing
[Chorus]
I'm from the ghetto homey
I was raised
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