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Staring at the sun, looking for some snow Like doing cocaine with nowhere to go These hoes wanna fuck, til' they really don't I guess I'm better, better off alone I was born all sped up, so I can never let up Stop worrying about that shit you can't control That's a setup 'Cause I could give a fuck about your education When you be with people do you elevate 'em? Do you make 'em better? If I need a cheeseburger, would you front me all the cheddar? Can you throw it in the back like we're sticking up the teller? Old yeller, bring 'em out back, put 'em down stack Right now I got a dog but I really like cats That's facts, that's facts, that's Xerox, that's facts Nice cars, nice clothes, but you've never had a home Ten toes, I can see your ass move but your ass don't go Say you grew up near the ocean but your ass don't float Hey, yeah, that's my type I like a bitch who ride a bike, no, I'd enjoy a hike Gotta fuck her two times, you already know 'Cause if I only hit it once she won't let me go, go I see you talkin' homophobic, afraid of your own dick If that pussy was in front of you, you wouldn't even know it If we met down town would you come up the Hills? We can talk boujee shit but I'm really no frills Letras de cancionesAnd I know the truth hurts but them lines gon' kill So we gotta keep it real, keep it real, keep it real And if you actin' fishy then I'm goin' fishin' And I can never trust you if you love a politician Agility, but I'm trippin' Accountability, but it's missin' Got an affinity for going infinity It ain't a sin to me if she wanna give to me Paintin', inside my mind I have these conversations Yeah, I might talk to God, and I might talk to Satan Yeah, I can't keep my angels waitin' This could be our last night So if dreams we got we fucking chase 'em Yeah, and I know I'm easy to hate, hate But when you're hard to love you stay away from fakes, yikes And I know that I made mistakes, I'm sorry, forgive me Roof missin', I like the cute bitch with the tooth missin' Yeah, yeah, you know I had to leave that pussy drippin' Yeah, I'm more fucked up than the prison system Give me another shot I'm goin' Scottie Pippen Pimpsy, pimp, I shoulda never did it But I'm here now bitch, so I gotta live it And I can't fit in, and I'm givin' right back to my I- Infiltrated Hollywood, I shouldn't have I just wanna take my bitch to Trinidad Show me things I never had Pray to God, don't let this lifetime happen in a flash Nonetheless I'm still goin' stupid, all gas, fuck a red hat Boy, you hella scary, might build a library for my adversaries Plus I left the pussy drippin', yeah I slap the kitten Boy I'm too icy, caught her ass slippin' Like, hey bitch, don't be mad at me But lovin' me is harder than in actuality And they be suckin' God for that immortality Just to get hit with a fatality Fatality, just to get hit with a fatality Fatality, just to get hit with a fatality Fatality, just to get hit with a fatality Fata-fatality, jus-jus fo-for that immortality Fatality, just to get hit with a fatality Fatality, just to get hit with a fatality Fatality, just to get hit with a fatality Fata-fatality, jus-jus fo-for that immortality From Letras Mania