compare to how I feel. Or lock me up forever, I won't put up a fight. I tried to steal a little love from life, I know it serves me right."
t compare to how I feel. Or lock me up forever, I won't put up a fight. I tried to steal a little love from life, I know it serves me right."
Scandulous, city where my homies did Fuck a fed Keep 'em Presidential stacked up Hear what I said, little soldiers gettin' taxed up Back the fuck up,
top of the world [Verse 1: T.I.] Man I remember before I say that wait let me issue this statement No way should reflection be mistaking for glorification Now I remember so vivid me
the samples of D wit me Came back a month later bought a Lambo for three-fifty Think I throw you grams if you read with me Just because you see me on
these nigga act like they better then me) Street Dida Dida DAMN (about to get close baby) Let me get back at counting this money And I am out (broke nigga trying to fuck up
girl there [over repeat] Get up! Your dreams have now been fulfilled C'mon! Uhh... get up! Let's go [Pharrell] Hey, hey, what do you think? It's gettin right
talk that shit ima have to put some piss right through her I then turn into a rude dude man Why you had to fuck up the night now we got to fight ima knock
not talk that shit ima have to put some piss right through her I then turn into a rude dude man Why you had to fuck up the night now we got to fight
to you fonies Disguised as homies, to get me felonies I forever be lonely, just me and my coedine My tech has no beam, my aim is so clean Been at it since 14, you can't control me
can Hustle all night, to the early morn', I can Flip and serving rappers, serve his dome And if a nigga plotting on me, I disturb his home And then straight up
looking for reasons, to take it off safety And a motherfucker don't make me for me, lay me feeling on me Like nobody don't really want me, the pressure creeping up on me
coming down We some six figga niggas Screwed Up Click on the rise Screwed Up Click'd never fall baby, we coming down We some six figga niggas Screwed Up
popping me and ain't stopping me And everyday cause a nigga be knocking me, but I'ma plant this on a nigga Even nigga want to try me, fuck around and need me
to show you baby Turn around on your back toes up on the shoulders baby Steady deep stroking don't mind me, just keep smoking Bust a lot to break the serve
friendly skies twittering chatting with my fans see that feel intelligent When you see me scream at me, I might crack a smile but really I ain't happy So show me some love, show me
some money right Put some motherfuckin food in my tummy right I'm feelin good like I'm supposed to, ready to ball Find a spot and we can serve em all
over here to get fucked Shit, if I ain't fuck you thug style Bitch you'd leave my house talkin bout, "Tupac can't serve me" Won't have me crossed up
