Lyrics:
need the W by any means, yadada
Yadada mean, tell that lil' bitch that I'm outta her league
Enough is enough, and I think I'm allergic to suckers
You
(Can't stop)
We won't even pause, y'all can lick my balls (Bitches)
We livin' the good life, good life, good life
(Livin' the good life baby)
Come
by one
Till we both get up the mountain and just pop like guns
Composure, if I keep it past the two-minute mark
I'ma bang till the sun peaks so you in
't prove anything.
Oops!
Now I'm in the house, feeling good to be home,
Till Lisa starts blowing that damn saxophone.
And if it was mine, you know
Last one had him a Lincoln .. this one got him a caddy
Plus a house in the subs and apartments run by thugs
Pushin' dubs to them scrubs 'cuz he got
(You did good, $lick)
(It's a smash)
Wetto, Wetto, Wetto
Wetto, Wetto, Wetto
Wet, wet, wet, wet, wet, wet
I got that Glock in my yoga pants
(Phew)
I can't love you (Nah) , I'm too wild
Same time
Who gon' be the one to turn you out?
Wanna do it 'cause I do it? Oh, you funny now
Bitch gettin'
Seaten Hall is in the house and Dayton is too
Wesely is down, cause it's in Flint town
So all you Flint muthafuckas listen to what I say
Throw you hands in
churned up mud, and in the crumbling doorways of windowless, often roofless houses, I saw barefooted, ragged little children, faces pinched with cold
good...
Come do it here
Ehn you say you can rack (Rack it shake it)
Come rack it here
You tell me you can lick it good...
Come lick it here
J de Don
I
responsibility' So when you got
A white lady in a
Courtroom, who don't know you from
A can of paint
Saying I'm not shit and I need to
Be put in jail? That's
of a knife
C'mon hold on tight
Oh c'mon hold on tight
Though it's cold and lonely in the deep dark night
I can see paradise by the dashboard light
Ain't
of a knife
C'mon hold on tight
Oh c'mon hold on tight
Though it's cold and lonely in the deep dark night
I can see paradise by the dashboard light
Ain't
thuggin it up
In the tongue bath world we's living it up
I was told by the eye, we were holding each other
To the room sexual, the isleigh brothers
Sippin
gots to start off my day to a fat-ass blunt
Step out the house on the get-high-creep
'Cause when I'm good and fucked-up
I'm a smash some peeps,
large, extra large
I can barely fit it up in this room
But don't sweat the size and don't be surprised
When your bitch reminds that I'm the shit
'm broke as fuck in this life that I'm livin' in
I'm watchin' niggas bubble and the jealousy is kickin' in
I wanna pull licks but that jail scene don't fit
by any means necessary
I'm tryna be paid in full
And get it by any means necessary
I'm here to bring joy to someone's boring day
Open up a can
stale
Where they mold that's green
I can see you fit the bill
Of living in a world that come with Plan B
'Cause Plan A only can make another mistake
What the hell, I said, how bad can it be?
And checked the address the guy gave to me
The letters were smudged, "Dead knight district"?!?
A name for
and go be everything I can be
Life ain't ever perfect but I know they're gonna back me
Any time I fall already know they're gonna catch me
Practice all
good to be back in my house
You should pack up yo shit and get out
I couldn't wait to just sit on my couch
Back in my house
I been had the keys
Back in
to be
Runnin' this rap shit, it's WHMG
I wish a nigga would say hood in
The presence of a nigga that
Just don't give a fuck, you better level up
(Flash
and using potent
So what else was I gonna do
My Bible says that if any man be in Christ, he's a new preacher
Old things are passed away
Behold, all things
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