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Lyrics : Critique*
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Pardon the, uh, technical difficulties
I critique signs, critique harsh
Have a barber at my funeral, make sure my n***as cut right
Lineups like they fresh for a flight, my whole life been glamorized
And dramatized, my sexuality, but baby make it sanitized
Just make the motherf**kers feel it, 'cause it's hammer-sized
Deep in the Atlanta night, we all felt them [?] skies
Move my n***as to Montana, only keep a landline
Holler if you feel me, this feel like the night that 'Pac died
How you hold n***as that look like us
And when the ones around your city turn against you, who do I trust?
I seen them lined up and loaded, some of the boys even look like us
Man, I love my couple, double up
And I f**k my thugs, that's love (Merlyn)
I wanna have it bangin', keep it Southern for ya
I wanna hold it down and keep it comin' for ya right
Tell them motherf**kers they cannot control my life, life, life, life
I wanna have it bangin', keep it Southern for ya
I wanna hold it down and keep it comin' for ya right
Tell them motherf**kers they cannot control ya life, life, life, life
Merlyn
Wizard in Nazareth, tryna catch a bad b*t*h
Burnin' big bushes but they never burn to ashes
Catch 'em with the bass line, bring 'em to my palace
Like how my ma [?] put this in my writing
One hit of this make the sky really different
Ran for forty nights but I sting like Cassius
Inside her thighs, that's aurora borealis
That's my memory, memory, missionary secondary
Sorry, baby, baby, know you lookin' for a hubby
But the blue faces only thing I wasn't trustin'
Yes, Lord, give it to me, yes, Lord, give it to me
God made melody so I could make money, money
I wanna have it bangin', keep it Southern for ya
I wanna hold it down and keep it comin' for ya right
Tell them motherf**kers they cannot control my life, life, life, life
I wanna have it bangin', keep it Southern for ya
I wanna hold it down and keep it comin' for ya right
Tell them motherf**kers they cannot control ya life, life, life, life
Pardon the, uh, technical difficulties
I critique signs, critique harsh
Have a barber at my funeral, make sure my n***as cut right
Lineups like they fresh for a flight, my whole life been glamorized
And dramatized, my sexuality, but baby make it sanitized
Just make the motherf**kers feel it, 'cause it's hammer-sized
Deep in the Atlanta night, we all felt them [?] skies
Move my n***as to Montana, only keep a landline
Holler if you feel me, this feel like the night that 'Pac died
How you hold n***as that look like us
And when the ones around your city turn against you, who do I trust?
I seen them lined up and loaded, some of the boys even look like us
Man, I love my couple, double up
And I f**k my thugs, that's love (Merlyn)
I wanna have it bangin', keep it Southern for ya
I wanna hold it down and keep it comin' for ya right
Tell them motherf**kers they cannot control my life, life, life, life
I wanna have it bangin', keep it Southern for ya
I wanna hold it down and keep it comin' for ya right
Tell them motherf**kers they cannot control ya life, life, life, life
Merlyn
Wizard in Nazareth, tryna catch a bad b*t*h
Burnin' big bushes but they never burn to ashes
Catch 'em with the bass line, bring 'em to my palace
Like how my ma [?] put this in my writing
One hit of this make the sky really different
Ran for forty nights but I sting like Cassius
Inside her thighs, that's aurora borealis
That's my memory, memory, missionary secondary
Sorry, baby, baby, know you lookin' for a hubby
But the blue faces only thing I wasn't trustin'
Yes, Lord, give it to me, yes, Lord, give it to me
God made melody so I could make money, money
I wanna have it bangin', keep it Southern for ya
I wanna hold it down and keep it comin' for ya right
Tell them motherf**kers they cannot control my life, life, life, life
I wanna have it bangin', keep it Southern for ya
I wanna hold it down and keep it comin' for ya right
Tell them motherf**kers they cannot control ya life, life, life, life
