Lyrics:
that all night special
This that you up til the break of dawn
This that get yo fit from cheap outlets, ain't reppin' Saint Laurent
This that overtime
that cheap
It may become a bad habit
You see a brother with a little bit of dough, you want to grab it
I get approached by a man, sometimes I throw a fit
tryin' to maintain
With a little Mary Jane on the campaign
Whip by you in the fast lane
Only act like this 'cause of black pain
Fuck your cancel
you play it cool, by night you break fool
Say flood it, whip it, smoke it, trick it
Flood it, whip it, smoke it, trick it
This for my niggas and bitches
Jam Blues Man
There you lay
All by yourself
So please allow me
To introduce myself
I welcome you
To the house of sin
Open your mind
And let
There you lay
All by yourself
So please allow me
To introduce myself
I welcome you
To the house of sin
Open your mind
And let the games
said put your hands in the air like it's 2006
I got something up by sleeve, and it ain't a bag of tricks
Now, ride with me (ride with me)
Ride with me
the fare, to precious stones
Go the road most traveled, I guess you're gone
Laid the foundation
Youth sprouting from the fountain, without an ounce
ain't fuckin' with you
Punk bitch think she real smart, runnin' that G
But talk is cheap hoe, spend some cash money with me
Look up when I pull up
pic, before
The seahawks twenty four I been on that b shit
Pussy you wack, something like a cheap trick
Mike in the Billy Jean vid, I got the streets
you my honey
Money is my bitch
My money, money, money, yeah that bitch treat me like a trick
Oh money you my honey, she says without her I can't be
nanoclaws
With my machines I can dispatch you
From this world without a trace
Our nostalgia ghosts are ready to take your place
Content-shifting shopping
on the left instead of the right
Trick the death to step down without a fight
Stick a stamp to your head that it's all alright
Click the gun when you drown
quota
But you talking cheap wouldn't go far
Just speaking my mind, this ain't no twar
Y'all ain't got nothing on me, I'm an African
On them, I'm
can’t remember many songs I have written for you by now
Looking back, I do think what all my friends said were true
Maybe it’s not that you can’t be with
and writes without having to think twice
Without asking for advice, letting the scalps peel
Having brains picked by head lice before the scabs heal
His death
Living in a cheap shack but the beat slaps
But cheap hacks want free tracks without giving up
The greenbacks they spend on street crack
That's whack
the tectonic plate shift I
Create is so great
That by the time you reach me the earthquakes
The booth was my birthplace
I'm used to the static
They say I got
pun niggas gotta pay like you weigh
You could come by, shit you can't say
That my girl mya sing what I can't even say, c'mon
Mya:
'cause ain't nothing
free in this world
Thought you knew by now
Trying get a fucking hand out
Like who is this clown
You trying to get this o on credit
I can not allow
I had
the grinch cause I roll up tree
On vacation I smoked 3 by the sea
Brother on my side Ill ride for my family
Drip in the water you can call me a manatee
Some
to switch up the progression
I be peeping all that shit, you can't finesse a great finesser
Brodie get the bags for cheap, this bud stronger than taken
I
up
A thousand of those might do the trick cause if you want this voice then you going to pay That shit
I'm in the studio while you steady be sucking
on no Twitter, I be go on a niggas
I'ma make you be a gangster, bring the ho out niggas
I'm bumpin' Slaughter Gang, 21, back when I was 21
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