I'm Makin This To Talk My shit
Just to talk my shit
For Some Shit I wanna get off my chest
Some Shit that just been f*ckin wit me
Get This Shit off my chest
Got a lot of shit on my chest
A lot of shit on my chest
Kno this shit just bejust be
Kno ion really talk like that this shit
This shit just be stackin' up all up on a nigga
This shit be feeling like to much sometimes
Shit get overwhelming sometimes
Shit you feel like I Got the world on my shoulders
Like I got all this weight on my shoulders
Like I got a lot goin on
Like How u steal off my plate when I would've game You mine
Hey that nigga say he gettin' money his pockets on decline
I'm like baby girl I'm in the field I'm on that D-line
Baby girl I could give the world If You just be mine
Ayy ayy ayy ayy
Damn my cousin's slime me out I'ma catch his ass it's Doin' time
Damn my brother told me stay out the way
Said Am just spit yo rhymes
Damn my pops told me don't call his phone
Man that shit flip my mind
Ayy so I hop back on my grind
And I hop back on my feet
Huh my brother still play the streets
Like I keep thinking bout money
Like damn I'm on a money spree
And I love that f*ckin' money counter
It make that f*ckin' bee
Ayy ayy that shit ain't enough for me
And I put that bitch in Prada bag
She love that shopping spree
And I know you know how to tell a lie
But shit don't lie to me
And I say what the f*ck I mean
It come from and they come for me
Ayy Ian tryna bein' my mama house at 23
I had to take a lot of L's to be the man you f*ckin' see
A lot of niggas don't got no motivation
Talk' bout money they move like snail
I pull out them racks I seen her face
And she start lookin' pale
Yeah give me brain sum like yale
Young nigga nonchalant
You know damn well I don't yell
Yeah my plug he dark and ugly
Nigga look like Tony Schnell
Young nigga he had hella weight
But now he lookin' frail
Young nigga he had hella zips
Now he can't make a sale
I just told my label
Told em send my money through the mail
Ayy ayy
Yo pockets lookin' frail
Damn I'm havin weight
I don't need no scale
Ayy I don't need no scale
Ayy I don't need no scale
Ion need No
Ambishas - Failure Lyrics
Ambishas - Failure Lyrics
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I'm Makin This To Talk My shit
Just to talk my shit
For Some Shit I wanna get off my chest
Some Shit that just been f*ckin wit me
Get This Shit off my chest
Got a lot of shit on my chest
A lot of shit on my chest
Kno this shit just bejust be
Kno ion really talk like that this shit
This shit just be stackin' up all up on a nigga
This shit be feeling like to much sometimes
Shit get overwhelming sometimes
Shit you feel like I Got the world on my shoulders
Like I got all this weight on my shoulders
Like I got a lot goin on
Like How u steal off my plate when I would've game You mine
Hey that nigga say he gettin' money his pockets on decline
I'm like baby girl I'm in the field I'm on that D-line
Baby girl I could give the world If You just be mine
Ayy ayy ayy ayy
Damn my cousin's slime me out I'ma catch his ass it's Doin' time
Damn my brother told me stay out the way
Said Am just spit yo rhymes
Damn my pops told me don't call his phone
Man that shit flip my mind
Ayy so I hop back on my grind
And I hop back on my feet
Huh my brother still play the streets
Like I keep thinking bout money
Like damn I'm on a money spree
And I love that f*ckin' money counter
It make that f*ckin' bee
Ayy ayy that shit ain't enough for me
And I put that bitch in Prada bag
She love that shopping spree
And I know you know how to tell a lie
But shit don't lie to me
And I say what the f*ck I mean
It come from and they come for me
Ayy Ian tryna bein' my mama house at 23
I had to take a lot of L's to be the man you f*ckin' see
A lot of niggas don't got no motivation
Talk' bout money they move like snail
I pull out them racks I seen her face
And she start lookin' pale
Yeah give me brain sum like yale
Young nigga nonchalant
You know damn well I don't yell
Yeah my plug he dark and ugly
Nigga look like Tony Schnell
Young nigga he had hella weight
But now he lookin' frail
Young nigga he had hella zips
Now he can't make a sale
I just told my label
Told em send my money through the mail
Ayy ayy
Yo pockets lookin' frail
Damn I'm havin weight
I don't need no scale
Ayy I don't need no scale
Ayy I don't need no scale
Ion need No
Just to talk my shit
For Some Shit I wanna get off my chest
Some Shit that just been f*ckin wit me
Get This Shit off my chest
Got a lot of shit on my chest
A lot of shit on my chest
Kno this shit just bejust be
Kno ion really talk like that this shit
This shit just be stackin' up all up on a nigga
This shit be feeling like to much sometimes
Shit get overwhelming sometimes
Shit you feel like I Got the world on my shoulders
Like I got all this weight on my shoulders
Like I got a lot goin on
Like How u steal off my plate when I would've game You mine
Hey that nigga say he gettin' money his pockets on decline
I'm like baby girl I'm in the field I'm on that D-line
Baby girl I could give the world If You just be mine
Ayy ayy ayy ayy
Damn my cousin's slime me out I'ma catch his ass it's Doin' time
Damn my brother told me stay out the way
Said Am just spit yo rhymes
Damn my pops told me don't call his phone
Man that shit flip my mind
Ayy so I hop back on my grind
And I hop back on my feet
Huh my brother still play the streets
Like I keep thinking bout money
Like damn I'm on a money spree
And I love that f*ckin' money counter
It make that f*ckin' bee
Ayy ayy that shit ain't enough for me
And I put that bitch in Prada bag
She love that shopping spree
And I know you know how to tell a lie
But shit don't lie to me
And I say what the f*ck I mean
It come from and they come for me
Ayy Ian tryna bein' my mama house at 23
I had to take a lot of L's to be the man you f*ckin' see
A lot of niggas don't got no motivation
Talk' bout money they move like snail
I pull out them racks I seen her face
And she start lookin' pale
Yeah give me brain sum like yale
Young nigga nonchalant
You know damn well I don't yell
Yeah my plug he dark and ugly
Nigga look like Tony Schnell
Young nigga he had hella weight
But now he lookin' frail
Young nigga he had hella zips
Now he can't make a sale
I just told my label
Told em send my money through the mail
Ayy ayy
Yo pockets lookin' frail
Damn I'm havin weight
I don't need no scale
Ayy I don't need no scale
Ayy I don't need no scale
Ion need No
Writer: Ambishas C
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