Lyrics:
pain, bloodstains on what remains
Of his jacket, he had a gun he shoulda packed it
Cocked it, extra clips in my pocket
So I can reload and explode
pain, bloodstains on what remains
Of his jacket, he had a gun he shoulda packed it
Cocked it, extra clips in my pocket
So I can reload and explode
feed my family
I’m bout this paper gotta look after my family-y
I do it all for my family don’t stand in between YEAH
ain’t got no time gotta let these
Tea For Two
Tony Bennett
(Irving Caesar/Vincent Youmans)
I'm discontented with homes that are rented so I have invented my own.
Darling this
Tea For Two
Tony Bennett
(Irving Caesar/Vincent Youmans)
I'm discontented with homes that are rented so I have invented my own.
Darling this
yeah, I have a heart (I do)
What happened at that concert is not his fault (it wasn't)
But why is Trump lawyer representin' him in court? (Why?)
See I
should have listened
Quicklier, faster, unfortunately I didn't
What a fool but I deserve it, even if now it feels bitter, huh
Your picture in my mind just
the scene
I'm sitting on my corner sofa in peace
Until I got a call "have you seen yourself in the papers?
You're wanted by the police"
And I was like what
They only hate me
Kuz they hating
That a Nîgga getting paper
I don’t do chaser
But shawty a chaser
Kuz I’m ballin like a laker
I’m doing it
But at least have the decency in you
To leave me alone, when you freaks see me out
In the streets when I'm eating or feeding my daughter
To not come
But at least have the decency in you
To leave me alone, when you freaks see me out
In the streets when I'm eating or feeding my daughter
To not come
swaggie
But my father rich as fuck and all my brothers left the family
We said fuck it bought two houses in Miami
I can't wait to do cribs, MTV c'mon get
powerball
I'm finna' burn it all
wild'n out in the halls
Wake n bakin is my protocol
Girl yo ball control is on kyrie Irving
I'm swervin'
Y'all servin'
Bring the ball
To the court then I'll play too
Bring the game to play
I make the bets too
Dream chasers
All they wanna
Do is get paper yeah
Dream chasers
That's right nigga you gotta get your papers in this motherfucker
I ain't mad at ya at all (damn)
Aiyyo, what the fuck you wanna be when you grow
What we gon do? Get pesos
Get that paper
Getting that paper my priority
Cuz I don’t want love, I want currency
Get money, fuck bitches:
charge her
You scandalous as fuck, and I hope you blow up
You know what, I give up, let me go get my gun, I got one in the chamber
I'm plannin'
I'm on a mission and I can, will
Eliminate the competition to destroy your enemy, just gotta break the image
How do I anticipate
What I need in my
Got that toolie in my hand and I do not mind spraying
And since Paul don't mind spraying
I guess I'll go roll this blunt (Blunt)
Purple smelling like
say go ad infinitum
So space is impossible, right
Wow, is that cool
I don't know
Maybe what do I think
Maybe time is the same way for an hour to go by
cheated oh yeah Zoey 101 cheated
Get your dark in broad day
Don't want no death, get out my way
Shit, I'm digging' this Bolete I think this the one right
Thousand dollar shades on
My lil' homies boost 'em
Songs bump in Houston like Trae
Tha Truth produced 'em silverback nigga
I suggest you get used
need rehabilitation
Study my swag get your pen and paper
Hoes suck me up and guys bite my swag
I guess im like a now and later
Tell me whats meat
corpse we're from paragon
Goin in circles, like a ferris wheel
Undernourished meals I cherish hope, drown inside the sea of life
Use my third eye for
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