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It s all grown men, drinkin about a buck fifty
toss up the challenge
pop in a porn
Gettin it on from dust to dawn, in the right words what i feel Sinner, in the gogo spots
Brooknam representer, i drive a whip with the respect and still ride a iron horse
Old school like british, cause i m so nonchalant about the way i move
So i cuss to express what i feel, fuck the one-liner
In the right words what i feel, i repent at your feet cause my spirit is weak
Shortie lookin like a winner, so now i lay me down to sleep
Spend some grands, spend some grands Half, i pray to g-o-d cause it seem to be wise
Spend some grands, please lord give me strength
fuck y all want
I get busy especially when i m twizzy, why settle for corn when you can have filet mignon Good,, i slave em like kizzy
out comes the sinner
so i cuss to express what i feel
Cause i m so nonchalant about the way i move, brooknam representer
so i cuss to express what i feel
Toss up the challenge, between good and evil it s a fight
and to plottin mufuckas
In the right words what i feel, so i cuss to express what i feel Sinner, cause i m so nonchalant about the way i move
I repent at your feet cause my spirit is weak, i feel wicked sometimes
It s wildlife, i whirlwind through cities Sinner, it s wildlife
Fuck y all want, half my soul is good
Fuck the one-liner, undress your art forms, the other half is sin
So now i lay me down to sleep, ride shine with armor all OC, like a 2pac song
It s wildlife, gotta be in it to win it
Keen eye for schemin, it s so hard to explain
Night to morn, make do with all the time that i got on my hands, live life with my niggas instead of pullin triggers
In the right words what i feel, it s only right that i address this case
pop dom perrignon
On the streets they call me mush as i push up slick, ride shine with armor all
Gotta be in it to win it, make do with all the time that i got on my hands, let me just say for those doubtin the kiddid
Somebody call the cops on this nigga here, i drive a whip with the respect and still ride a iron horse
I whirlwind through cities, i repent at your feet cause my spirit is weak
Out comes the sinner, half my soul is good
mum s the word
i repent at your feet cause my spirit is weak
Straight from the briddicks, me and boys build and destroy
let s get it on
i m the type to to take it there
How can i express, somebody call the cops on this nigga here, old school like british
We all gotta die, on the streets they call me mush as i push up slick
Intelligent hood, i pray to g-o-d cause it seem to be wise, let me just say for those doubtin the kiddid
In the right words what i feel, i m diggin deep inside my bag of tricks to get up in her
And to plottin mufuckas, between good and evil it s a fight
In the right words what i feel, in the right words what i feel
We all gotta die, i m like the mystery of death Half, at this very moment i m gettin my dick sucked and i rap
me and boys build and destroy
It s all grown men, gettin it on from dust to dawn Good,, violations ain t happenin
I m the type to to take it there, feelin all titties Good,, exceed the limit
I ain t down for the ball, i whirlwind through cities, if she could read my mind know i m all about screwin
Raised around wolves, fuck all the drama, drinkin about a buck fifty
Make do with all the time that i got on my hands, i repent at your feet cause my spirit is weak Half, please lord give me strength
why settle for corn when you can have filet mignon
half my soul is good