Lyrics:
thinkin about ur sugar lips
got a feeling for u now thats so strong
im dreamin of the candy in ur finger tips
baby, don't stay away from me too long
support but they still phoney
They don't play my shit 'less I got Tip on it
They don't play your shit 'less there's a diss on it
Down to die for this
contemplating plans
For the next diamond heist
Art thieves and jewel connoisseurs
I study every part of they mind and
Make my rhyme better than yours
Elevated by
And my dick's been sucked by many lips
Many tips, or many vicks, many sticks
And left the god with plenty chips
He got many whips, many clips, many
at an auction been exhausted
I been workin' while y'all cylinders smoke like broken exhaust tips
Fuckin' losers
Hold your fuckin' ponies my homie
I whip
lips, Grey Goose what she sips
Both my hands on her hips, 'til she puts them on her tits
Freak bitch want the dick, bitin' on her finger tip
I only
always get tripped by a van (skrrt)
I pop in my mama, my bitch, and even my baby mama whip a sedan
I just paid some bands with five-hundred grand, I'm
but ain't shit bout me basic
Don't hand me the torch, motherfucker, I'll take it, break it
Slam it to the pavement, two middle fingers to my favorite
fingers
Lying in a pool of blood
Castigated. Scarified. Humiliated.
Whipped by the flames with memories
I smell the burning of my flesh
It's not my fault
like Pete Rose
This year, I'm doing big things
Livin' day by day you know life ain't easy as it seems
Advice to my dogs, appreciate the simple things
groundhog
And spitting that same shit, y'all Bill Murraying
My D.C. niggas say you bamas lack experience
Carolina on my mind like Steve Spurrier
I'm
been bout that life
And I can tell you the type who got cross yo Ts by the look in your eyes
Tryna get my eyes
In between your thighs
Look: I know you
TRACK 2: YUNG DOLEY
I was just a younging
I came in the game running
Took my pain to bottle
And now i’m really losing me
My fingers in a model
faking statistics
These niggas be leaving they lipstick
On top of my dick tip
Pussy I whiff it from miles away
I will never work with niggas that do
hittin' Barbies
Huh, these hoes still eaters, though
Time to upgrade your kit, even my pinky finger froze
Iceman, shit, I'm George Gervin with the finger
to get him to stop laying eggs
And we can put him on his back down a flight of steps
I drew two guns, spun them on my fingers
Kicked the swinging doors
mechanics to turn you on
With an finger tip just like an auto start and baby ahh
Don't you dare cool us down
As we're heatin' up right now
Baby can we work
kiss
Tickled by those finger tips
Baby, touch me
(Touch me baby, me, i can set it free)
Now
Got you in my whip
Girl you know you're whipped
Trapped
Right
Dancing on starlight
I'd be a fool to fall so soon
But I think I just might
Call it a lost cause and
Keep my fingers crossed that you're feeling it too
got a sure tip at the weekend races
A horse called Valance came in
By this time I knew him well
So he set me up with my own hotel
It's down in
of brother to stand out, always keep my hand out
To help another brother, what is taught by my mother
Good to the drip drop and I won't flip flop
Straight
the town called "The City of Dope"
It couldn't be saved by John the Pope
So go on, live your life of crime
The beat'll keep beating while I say my rhyme
Middle finger up to you mediocre rappers and
Hold up
Don't ask
You ain't even on my level
I just passed the rocket man
You ain't even on my level
Flaming
on that ass come and test me bitch
You don't know who the fuck you're steppin' to my nigga row
I'll bust a cap and leave that ass dead by the do'
My
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