Lyrics:
and battered
No wonder lately I been feeling blue
This the story of the shoe
And the soul
Or the feud
For the gold
For the few who got something left to do
shit, trynna Get to caf 2 no netflix put that On my bill shit
Nigga this some real shit
Remember when they used to Tell me no no
Now I'm on the road road
him the truth
And there wasn't shit I could do
The truth it was eating me too
No clue what to do it's lose lose
Cause there was no me without you
Now
the weather.
Juicy WRLD, bringin' the truth to the mic,
Spittin' fire, I'ma shine so bright,
No more tears, no more sorrow,
I'll find my enouement, a brighter
met in seventh grade but we weren't as cool
Yes I had a chick or two but no one I can say I love you too
It was so long ago how the time flew
A few
Too late to hear it
Two slugs wait to release his spirit
The known truth: had a bad
Habit for blowing loot
Two niggas on the roof busting
Down
stressed
I confess, I might stretch the truth in some songs
But this song right here [this here], this strictly a real song [ yup! ]
Chorus 2:
Yeah It Feels
for us freshmen
You playin?
It's a co-ed game, so it's a good chance to see some hungover chicks run
up and down the court, watch their titties
years
and the storys widely told
How she still can smoke 'em faster than anyone can roll
While off in New York City on a street that has no name
There's
yo..
If school was pussy, I wouldn't miss a day
Big John Jay slay around the way, fish fillet
Taste the truth, ay' no more lies like
a couple options
Really feel you deserve it, and I don't think that often
I'm just lost in facts, the truth hits
I'm riding round town with my new chick
Old
Everydays c Holiday even though you far away
7 Days c Week
My Legacy is birthed
The Gift VS The Curse
I cm The One its no one Greater
FU2 on a Cloudy Day
Like
on my story
You might have to call
Maury
Hold up lil baby am ballin
All of my ladies are foreign
Wake up work in the morning
2 bad bitch in bed they
better get from by me ‘fore I leave you in two
Looking funny I just laugh at you niggas
Getting money with the traction I’m pulling
Getting women that I
navy, two hundred zero ad
Still live shit, spit to divide cliques on some wise guy shit
Same chick from the ?, pretty eyes lips, thighs hips everything
a chick take her south that tool in ya mouth
It goes off no cheek a hole in ya mouth
Hit the whole lot of you now you in need of a spouse
Picking off
Yeah
Hahahaa
You feel it
Nah
Light it, turned on by a white bitch (Ya)
Side chick licks my dick like a high Levis
Fits around it, quite split (Ouff)
my story
Underground!
Underground, 2 miles deep
Under your feet
Underground!
Underground, 2 miles deep
Under the street
(The Wraith!)
By
six-four, I'm Diddy no tint
I can't hide in New York City
I'm 'bout it in the South, sleep good in the West
Know a chick from Watts with Bad Boy tatted
were no longer existent amos 3: 3
Says, "Can two people walk
Together without agreeing on
The direction" in addition to
The band turmoil
Touring had
[Slim Thug][Hook: x 2]
When I hit the club all the girls show me love
While I'm at the bar, got drank by the jug
In the v.i.p with the chicks
official?
My nigga did a dime, didn't learn a thing from it
Came home, in two weeks got him a 600
Get a text from the boss: you know them bricks coming
Chicks
I don't need a boss chick
Doesn't have a off switch
Doesn't need to no help
Says she'll get it by herself
I want a women that loves herself
That's
fucked up
Whoever is hittin' ain't hittin' it right
'Cause she act like she need dick in her life
That's another story, I'm no story-teller
I piss
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