Lyrics:
to lay ya
(And when I come over)
I'll get you right
(I will)
Get you right
(I will)
Get you right
We can do anything that you want to do
You’re not ready for the snow man
You don’t want drama
Trust me, I get hot like lava
So in point in the war
The government want to find out if
I’ve been
Ugh, where is he?
Alright, Marcus, I'm coming, fuck, ugh!
Hey babe!
Hi, didn't I tell you don't call me that?
Call you what?
Babe, baby
Alright
that pinche cabron!
Better act like you don't speak ingles homes
What the fuck? Get your ass out of there, I've had enough
Of your raggedy ass
never heard a waylon Jennings song
She’s never been a fan of
Willie Nelson so there ain’t
No way in hell we’ll get along
She told me she thinks country
Pockets on dimes, dishing assists
Squad get involved then it's already over
You live and ya learn, man it is what it is
My eyes on the prize, can't see my
out,
I don't want nobody coming over to my table I got nothing
to talk to anybody about" All good dreamers end this
way, staring down bottles in dark
you can say what you want about my persona
but don't let me hear you or I'm gon' freak you out like Madonna
Sneak up on put my gat to your stomach
the best I could
Sometimes I guess my best ain't good, enough
Cause when it's over, said shit done
You sittin' by yourself mixed up
But I tried, I tried
scramble in the clutch
But when I get down, it's third and inches threatenin to score
How you gonna tackle the topic when you suckers two hand touch
this b*tch shoot, don't even need no aim
I can tell this nigga broke as f*ck, you just be talking pape
It ain't no apes around you n*gga, why you
and I want it, homie
I'ma go and get it you talk shit
But I done did it and
I'm never gon' forget it
Got my logo on my fitted 'cause
I'm all about my
to come with that gas flow
But no, I'mma just spit it, I'mma get it good
Wish you would tell me what I should do
I don't know, hit the door
Uh, yeah,
happenin'
I don't give a fuck about you and all that bullshit you stressin'
Fuck a war
To explain, let me kick it to you a little something like this:
Now these niggas don't want me to win
I guess I just gotta talk my shit then aye
Like Top Ramen is spread from the bounty
This hunter is aiming
memories don't exist to me
Who needs friends when you got
Plenty of frienemies
Real enemies they jealous
Hoes see me, start acting
Over-zealous
There is
anymore just a vacancy
Love don't live here anymore
You abandoned me
Love don't live here anymore
Guy 1: You want to take
Care of that business?
You want
West Coast legends don’t
Want to see him at best
I think that’s just an excuse
Because their music ain't tight
Tell ‘em that Ab-soul said it
They can
must be mad, or mentally minded
You have been blinded, don't get excited
By this fighting, battling, ruling
Better yourself, boy just go to school
on cigars, I'll blow donut holes with gun smoke
I don't want your demo rappers, we extort'em
You ain't goin' platinum nigga, you gon' be post-mortem
Slice
like DVD's
Niggas smokin' CBD
Claimin' he want beef for me
Shawty got no motion in his ocean
Can't even push a P
Pussy, you do what I let
I could really
bruh you fooling w the worst
I'll put you in a full Nelson make the shit hurt
I'll attack any niggah, pull the trigger
For my family and friends, it gets
pussies stink
No wonder why I was smellin' tuna
Lame ass boys don't want no trouble
Pussy niggas just a bunch of suckers
Smashing all they moms
You could
don't move properly
Destined for the win, but you don't get a prize out of me
I'm destined for the top, but you can't get a rise out of me
Seven-fifty
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