Lyrics:
Where would I go?
Got to keep it real with me
If I don't know where I'm coming from
So to hell with you
Where would I go?
Now where am I going?
If I
Smack booked me twice
Got you pussies tight
But look it's like I don't really
Give a fuck Jaz The Rapper
You know how Jaz The Rapper don't really
Fuck so
and masks of make-believe
My boss really had it out for me
Da da da-da da da-da da da-da
Da da da-da da da da da da
And you wake up feeling shit with a case
This a warning, I know we sounding off sirens, ya
We ain't low key like we Loki
High key got the keys taking chains off me
He paid the price but you
mind me, I'll just be up over here killing 'em quietly
You know?
I'm tryna know what the future holds
But it ain't for you to know
I'm to myself
Too bad you caught me cheatin', but
Brenda got a big ole butt
I know I told you I'd be true
But Brenda got a big ole butt
So I'm leavin' you
Too bad you caught me cheatin', but
Brenda got a big ole butt
I know I told you I'd be true
But Brenda got a big ole butt
So I'm leavin' you
I got one arm free
You want me to make this half-nelson a full
Yo she the one that wanna ride hot whips, huh
Same one that ain't really got shit,
the real world
And as for the little girl, and cousin named James Earl
They had to make ends meet, startin from scratch be
While pops hold the cash, moms is
did that nigga say? (Fuck it)
You wasn't 'round at the gym back at Lindley (beep)
Split
Yeah, uh-huh (told my slime, Earl, hold it)
Yeah (hold
at the wheel
Now I got these birds trying to use me as a meal
Do they really know the deal
Was Tryna be like Grant ended up like Ian Beale
Eastender I was born
back when they let me
Before you learn how to lie when you're leaving
Love is so much easier then
And at school would you believe three hundred boys
're the one that
Really holds it down (Girl come show me now)
Love it when you hold it
Love it when it hold on me
Love it when you hold it hold it
Hold it hold
spit venom
You're a bad bitch with a real good kitten
And I got the appetite of them fat black women
Wolf Gang in this bitch with a bunch of rats with
fucking with X, but on some other shit
Why the fuck you fucking with X? You must be fucking with X
Go catch a chicken, fucking with me you goin' catch
the fuck you fucking with X? You must be fucking with X
Go catch a chicken, fucking with me you gon' catch a whippen
Un-hunh, here we go again
Un-hunh,
so much brain, bitch came with a pen
So much brain, I'm nuttin' SAT questions
Five thousand dollar jeans for a bitch to sit on them
Me and you are
(whoa-ooh)
These drugs really got a hold of me
That's the sound of a bottle when it's hollow
When you swallow it all wallow and drown in your sorrow
(whoa-ooh)
These drugs really got a hold of me
That's the sound of a bottle when it's hollow
When you swallow it all wallow and drown in your sorrow
me put you through a couple hypothetical's
Sure
In a club and a couple niggas threaten you
Uh, I wouldn't do shit
And I don't even get what that got
Lose that sweatshirt like we missing Earl
The sight of you in knee socks and booty shorts
Does things to me, got me stiffer than rocks or an old corpse
I
Ask me if I cry
I'll tell you why I can, come on
I'm gonna go hard whether I'm right or wrong
'Til the dead and gone, it's on
What y'all really
when it come to the hoes
She can do the same thing to the clique you know
Your hoe chose, don't get mad at me
Got your wife callin' me daddy
Put her
drop-Vette, Caddy
Bitches don't call me by my name they call me daddy
Say that you got it all
Love the way you players ball
Everyday you're at the mall
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