Lyrics:
folks knock on the door I won't let 'em in
I just need more and more bo's I ain't settling
Way that I ball on these folks need a letterman
Way that I ball
(wow)
YSL elite, all the slimes never panic (no way, slatt)
I throw back my bands, close to the top, I had to manage that (for real)
Wockhardt rockstar
This ain't no fair play
I will stay if you stay
You see a chance and you go for it
I got'er in my hands
I see a way
You know I play
Ain't got much
anything wey go make you bore
You make I fall see da way you make my heart dey jump
M'ayonkofo ka mbesiafo sɛm koraa I can't relate
I wanna concentrate & by
repping my ends, and you was in bed by ten
You see now, they're just hating, way too much
Pay 50 for the coupe, way too much, yeah
I'm doing alright
the block see what up that was everyday
By the way they tryna hate I'm out of state
Let me start it by telling you something
I think there's one thing you should know
We ain't playin' no games, this ain't no playground
It's time
you know what I'm sayin
King Burris Kees-Bo J-bo
You know what I'm sayin
Hold it down Jeff-Bo I see ya'll doin ya'll motherfukin thing
Free Tay-Tay you
on the back seat
Moje król lwy żadne beksy
Turn up the bass no face no case
Znowu level up a ty level off
On my way na sam szczyt młody B
Już nie szczyl a keep
I was just trying to make it with Steve Stoute
The legal way, drug-free route
Back in the days, they was sleeping on us
Brooklyn keep on taking it,
on a lil' trip, I'll be back
Anybody looking for me, just tell 'em that I'm
I'm on my way to Cali to see my bitch (say what?)
I'm on my way to New York
Ofe she Lu, Ayakata
Ofe she bo, Ayakata
Ofe she Lu, Ayakata
Ofe she bo, Ayakata
Ofe she lu
plenty things wey my eye don see
Plenty things wey my
Bitches this is payback
And I been in the kitchen whipping
Since way back way back, way back, way back
And every nigga that you see me
With been with
stand okay (Yes)
See kettle calling the pot black like the reverends
Ayangbana another point of reference
But I go take una one by one
Cus even the sun
won't stop ever, but she might go click
If you leave her you'll see a PSYCHO BITCH
Now she's callin your crib, at nights so sick
Wanna pop up and try
there
[Chorus]
Day by day, day by day
Day by day, day by day
Oh dear Lord, three things I pray [one, two, three]
To see thee more clearly [day by
be hurtin' right by my waist band (waist band)
Just finished prayin', look in the mirror, I see a man (a man)
On all ten, I still stand, I see
the corner, posted, posted by the corner store
They see me on that mission and they see me on my grind
And you know I’m out here pushing, cause the see me all
motherfuckers scared, in the midst of a dead heat
Back the fuck up, or get played like Monopoly
Bo$$ was the shit from the getty-up, yeah huh
The Dee was
haze
Back before I set the game ablaze you would see
Nothing, by design
They got us living in the dark but imma shine
You see, here in the sticks you
jakes chilling by your bedside 'cause the killys might circle back (icy)
Walk past, got the girls turning back, scratching weave, breaking necks (sexy)
of
Oh can't you see you're the one & only girl for me, oh?
Please by my sweetheart; don't you know the way I feel?
Don't play the part; please make my
[C-Rayz Walz]
Yeah! (yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah..)
I got flavor like Adobo, you ain't know though?
My rap go back like quack delioso{?}
Señorita,
on closed curtains
And that Maybach, let me take em way back
When I was starving that was payback
Nigga where that cake at?
Murder all your artists
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