Lyrics:
you want me to say?
I don't need you anyway
Cut the ties, won't be back, bitch
Don't tell me anything
Keep the notes in your bag that
I sent you every
the confetti hell gate
On the pee(?) floor bloody towels on sculptures
Machine gun suitcases, for all you niggaz with 2 faces
Mass murder, should have been in
and then Instagram
Might swag out a fanny pack
I might bring Velour back
Nobody wanna change the game, man
Y'all just want more trap?
Okay, say I won't rap
and yell
Let yo hair down hair down aye
See them melt
Pop that ass go rebel
You a soilder raising hell
Fuck em fuck em then wish em farewell
Mayne they hatin
in a well, I can't get out
"In Trouble"
I'm trapped, for real
"When you're down.. in trouble"
I'm tellin' you
"In Trouble"
Nobody gon' be
more, what?
Come, Mr. DJ, won't you turn di music up?
It goes one by one, even two by two
Everybody on di floor let me show you how we do
Let's go,
yeah that what you said to me
Shitty thing about it tho, your ass isn’t dead to me
Its killing me inside that you won’t get the best of me
And all I keep
a match to it ima burn it down
Then build it back from the Flo
Now u wan leech out like u held me down
But u wunt around we was broke
Member we went half
drives me, it's automatic
I always wear my crown
I won't ever put it down
I refuse to lose my ground
I let no one bring me down
Eating fear like chow
onto you
I can't lose you
So I won't hold back
I'm not gonna leave your side anymore
So play with my heart some more
Bring the hell of nights
I don't
hell!
Probably gonna be the first ballot pick
Hell giving me tours,
Pats on the back, like 'yeah yea fam you sick'
My ego it can't handle it
Guess that's
friends down
Until ya family up"
If I bring the fish by they cookin'
It's a fish fry
My friends make the fish fly but
They ain't playin' Candy Crush
I don't
little bitch
(Make sure you bring it 'Pac)
Around the way type shit
(Ayy yo 'Pac do that shit Westside style)
All them little hidden words in your raps
All
I switch (uh)
Which one? Which one?
Bring the bag and it's done
Woah, uh
You won't survive the summer, look, yeah, uh
You won't survive
papi chulo
Not to be sulo, wilder than Kujo, you actin' fool yo
Come on, swing 'em like a two way, back to school
Rulership shit, bring them the newest,
what
Come Mr. DJ won't you turn the music up
It goes one by one even two by two
Everybody on the floor let me show you how we do
Lets go dip it low
Me? I'm gettin' back rubs
From these leather seats (Yuh)
Negotiatin' equity positions you'll never be
(Nigga) rap sheet full of felonies (yeah)
the groove
And then he'll come back to you again
(Let it play!)
Let the music play
He won't get away
This groove he can't ignore
He won't leave you
we there now
Everybody ready? (Yeah, hell yeah)
Taking it back where it started
1, 2, 3, Oh
People want to know Who am I (Who am I)
Won't you say it
won't
Cause I make a lot of money and your boyfriend don't
L.L. went to hell, gonna rock the bells
All you washed up rappers want to do this well
Rock
won't
Cause I make a lot of money and your boyfriend don't
L.L. went to hell, gonna rock the bells
All you washed up rappers want to do this well
Rock
one up cause I gotta get high
Always gonna have it with the weed supply
Got those stones fully packed in a bag
To bring them back down and hand them
All the girls, they be makin up stories
lookin to bring me down coz they worried
about holding back their insecurities
Make it stop!
(You got me so)
Throwback, but I won't ever go back
Slow down, but I won't ever be down
For the love here, hold back
And I fear no man
Through the pain and the hurt,
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