Lyrics

Walk around like I'm the shit I think it's a force of habit All I think about is checks I think that it's a force of habit This as good as it's gon' get I waste no time When I'm fuckin' on yo' bitch I take my time Don't make me do this again Why waste your time? I want to but can't make my mind up (yeah) Everybody way too dramatic, uh I live life in a comedy, uh Laugh my way to the bank, ha-ha Broke as a joke it's alright with me, uh I'ma be okay one day, mood ring watch my fuckin' mood change I don't care what dude say He speaks with no bass all treble Get mixed up, yeah, never on my level Mixed bitch tits straight out of Heavy Metal Put a nigga in the dirt like a fuckin' shovel Tsk-tsk-tsk, yeah nigga know better That's 'cause I know myself You in my shadow like you in stealth You are my son got a brand new belt, yeah Whoop a nigga ass for my goddamn health, uh Walk around like I'm the shit I think it's a force of habit All I think about is checks I think that it's a force of habit This as good as it's gon' get I waste no time when I'm fuckin' on yo' bitch I take my time Don't make me do this again Why waste your time? I want to but can't make my make-make-make-make... Yeah and then I was like, "Nah, I don't got a condom" And then she, she pulled out her little stripper bag 'Cause stripper, they got bags where they put all they fuckin' money in (yeah) So she moved all her money out the way, she like Boom at the very bottom Like the very, very bottom, she put it on me for me And then she, yeah, she I'm not gon' lie, I nutted in like two songs, ain't give a-, ayy Nothin' lasts forever Keep trying, keep trying 'til we run out of time Nothin' lasts forever Keep trying, keep trying 'til we run out of time Man I thought I told ya, Paris Texas soldiers Want everything the light touches, we need that exposure Go 'head fix yo' camera, go 'head clean them lenses We still gonna show up despite what they told us Realize y'all take it everywhere, but the maximum Married to the money, soon as I heard that y'all broke up Ask if it need closure, but it don't want no closure Who am I to judge her past? Plus she said it was over Spit hotter than the solar, I can trust a soul, uh You niggas some cobras, these world turned me cold, bruh I should live in tundras, I want my neck froze up Sick of y'all wait, uh, uh, got the antidote, what? RIP you lame fucks, reaping what you sew Reaper at your throat, stitch 'em like some raw cut Stitches like Lilo, see I had stayed alone then I had lost my hope Then I found something, no it found me on its own Now when I go to shows, man sawed-off to the nose Or land mine to the face, choose how your mind is blown Me and Louie fucking go, uh Your season is over, your season is over Got yo' jersey hung up Your season is over, your season is, uh, uh Your season is over, your season is over Your season is over, ayy
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