understands it, Chasing the tracks of my sins, It ain't right, I know, It ain't right, I know, It ain't right, I know, It ain't right, I know, Baby come
Nobody understands it, Chasing the tracks of my sins, It ain't right, I know, It ain't right, I know, It ain't right, I know, It ain't right, I know,
't ever lack shit I ain't ever ask for nothin to make it right here. Yall all passe, stuck up on last year I'm everybody top ten, you ain't even top tier
hater), why you trying to play me? Where the ballers at? Fake player, afraid I'll take your lady. Where the shotcallers at? [Verse 2 - Lil' Flip] It ain't
don't know what it is Something's wrong with our eyes We're seein' things in a different way And God knows it ain't his It shore ain't no surprise
of rimshot, you know Just get, you know, get you open But I wanna do a piece for y'all tonight, it's called sometimes Alright, so check it out Sometimes
see through [Pos] This ain't your average, whippin your batterage drivin song that probably isn't your type So I type it long with that ink that won't
you What more is you lookin' for? Under the sea Under the sea Darling it's better Down where it's wetter Take it from me Up on the shore they work all
more are you lookin' for? Under the sea, under the sea Darling, it's better Down where it's wetter Take it from me Up on the shore they work all day
you What more is you lookin' for? Under the sea, under the sea Darling, it's better Down where it's wetter Take it from me Up on the shore they work
shots and watch y'all drop And ain't nobody gettin up, (un)less they in the wheelchair Sittin up or spittin up, either way I don't give a fuck
but hold your breath Because there ain't no drinking It nuh pretty pon the shore we know the truth about it Disguising the game and so you mute about it
