Print

Yeah Yeah I'm so-so guilty, of not lettin' my fans see the real me I'm so-so guilty, of lyin' about the things that I get up to on the weekly Like callin' hoes to come please me When I'm spendin' most of my time with the woman I love deeply Gang-gang barely see me I'm at the house in yesterday's fit, takin' it easy, release me Brooklyn Nine-Nine season 8 final episode won't finish itself, bitch, release me I'm tryna get on my grown man shit So 'Think and grow rich' is no good on the shelf, bitch, release me I'm tryna leave this microphone wet and make my best album yet With no regrets, bitch, release me And I just made the meanest fried chicken in the motherfuckin' world Let me eat, bitch, release me Fingers lookin' greasy, ah shit! Ayy, who's that? Yo! Wayaseh? Come on and sit down, man, if you're sittin' down dawg This shit feel good man You know? You feel me? Letras de cancionesYou smell me? Ayy Allow me to reintroduce myself If you'll allow me to be me and not reduce myself I'm religious, I'm a geek and I'm a sucker for love You'll never guess from how I act up when I'm up in the club I got knives in my back I got grudge in my blood Anger issues Punch the wall until my knuckles are numb Got famous young Wasn't ready for ya'll to meet me So don't hold me to nothin' I said before, please release me My old pictures circlin' the net with people I'm tryna forget We not friends, bitch, release me We was cool back in the days But then we went our separate ways And I don't have to go in-depth, bitch, release me I\m tryna make a business out my name, fuck a chain I got bills up to my neck, bitch, release me Mercedes just sent a brand new whip And I ain't even drove that motherfucker yet Bitch, release me That shit's lookin' squeeky Aw shit From Letras Mania