Lyrics:
the killers homie
Money hungry, gettin' busy
And the stick up homies
So pick your poison
It be so phony
I got locked up, they couldn't send me a lawyer
Mama told me, don't worry 'bout life
Not everything is Gold in your sight
Everybody is fighting for the perfect lifestyle
But a few of them want
lack when I came from the trap?
I had to stack all my change, it was mad
My mama told me don't play with a gun
I got some opps, I ain't playing for fun
shoulda seen it coming from a million mile
Poison from your lips
Fed up with the days of just letting it slide
Don't hit me with the steel
'Cause my
They always talking bout the baby Mama's and the baby mama drama
Why they don't talk about all that we do?
For the children, for the baby daddy's,
You niggas don't even know
All that talk then no show
Cannot tell me nothin'
Show me somethin' I ain't seen before
That hoe want my piccolo
chance y'all even if you can't ball
What part don't you understand? Your wish is my command
And I'm a rock a jam by popular demand
You gone love
Telly pieces
Wearin' my fuckin' dick around they neck like Kelly leashes
My boys & me is poison we don't get along equal
Fight each other like
L-O-V-E-D, cut poison like B-E-D
Four dimes like D-V-D, from Yonkers to C-P-T
Got my G-E-D in the county, runnin from T-N-T
The pussy free but the crack
look good,
Sitting on top of your hood
You don't complain
Bout all them other chicks I be having
Cause you be helping me grab em
Your jewelry made by
the first round
Got me sipping on your body
Bout ta drown
You know she love
The way I put it down
Lil mama wanna wine for me
Lil mama wanna twerk in
the smell of my perfume
And by the looks of you, baby, you've had one rough day
So come take a seat here while I dance your blues away
I got the bass
If the beat don't rock
Make the dance floor pop
When the bassline drop
Then it can't be us
If your feet don't move
When you hear that groove
Then
CAN'T BE US
If the beat don't rock
Make the dance floor pop
When the bassline drop
Then it can't be us
If your feet don't move
When you hear that
your body
He started touching on me
Confused my mind is running
I said mama won't like this
He said don't tell nobody
Pin down my hands and legs
And then
your body
He started touching on me
Confused my mind is running
I said mama won't like this
He said don't tell nobody
Pin down my hands and legs
And then
advice
Don't call your mama when you getting drunk
She already know by your slurred voice
Why am I saying this
Know I am right
Don't be hot headed just
And the chicken tastes like wood
So you try to play it off like you think you can
By saying that you're full
And then your friend says, "Mama, he's just being
Tastin' on her lips, it feels like poison.
Tastes so sweet, enjoy it.
The weight of life supported by the choices and mistakes.
The voices I've been
Johnny's room mama
Standing right there by his bed
With my hands around his throat mama
Wishing both of us were dead
You think I'm psycho don't you
Uh Adri need to speak a minute
Because I will get worn
I will get broken
I'll get so hung up on the things I haven't spoken
I'll be beside all by
locked in a dance with death
I know I'm stuck but
I never wanna stop
Let the poison eat me up
Your near touch
Is never enough
I'm locked in a dance with
on me, bruh (fuck)
Hey
I got that dark drip
I'm lethargic
I don't start shit
I beg your pardon
Step back now
Hit a Harden
Watch me dance now and
Watch
I go hardier than PVC
Shine like DVD
Wake rap poison
Just like BBD
Yo have you always been this weak
My fists don't mislead
The proof is in the lumps
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