What's on Your Mind

Lyrics

I don't know what they...
 I don't know what's on they mind
 I know what I'm thinking about
 Yo, I be thinking bout my money, yep bout my wealth
 How I be drinkin' you be thinkin' I don't care about my health
 But I'm lightin' and I'm smokin'
 I got like 50 on my wrist and I ain't jokin'
 Shooters on deck, and they ready
 Mack 11, 9 milli, automatie
 And we pull up in them cars, and we skirtin'
 Try to act like she don't notice, it's working
 Don Don bitch, It ain't hard to tell
 I'm tryna upgrade you, put you in Chanel
 Or we can hit the hood and hit the local hotel
 And hit it from behind until that pussy swell
 Well, woo, more dutches
 More 'gnac, more weed, more dutches
 We hold each other up like crutches
 D- Block, you know them niggas can't touch us
 What's on your mind? Huh?
 She a bad motherfucker, swear to god I love her
 She always catch a seizure every time that I fuck her
 And it's straight to the hole like I'm ballin' in the Rucker
 Marty tryna peak, who that? That my brother
 Sipping on the Henny got me up, so horny
 I'mma fuck her till the sun up
 Aw, put the ding a ling all up in her tummy
 I'mma fuck her till she throw up, I ain't lyin'
 I'm the realest, you could put it on my life
 She gon' make you disappear, yea she did it to the Sprite
 She ain't never have a nigga like me ever in her life
 That's why she on the wood like a fucking parasite
 Ooh, I love the way she lick me, don't leave a hickie
 My girl finna fuck you bae, and I don't wanna risk it
 It ain't nothing but a word
 Gun cocked for my nigga Ferg
 A$AP, fuck what a nigga heard
 And we don't miss, we just plead the 5th
 In any court room, ain't that right Kiss? Huh?
 Guilty till I'm innocent
 Came straight from the bottom of the tenements
 I don't leave the block dog till I finish it
 I don't fuck with it if I can't benefit
 I could count, read and got good penmanship
 If I started out with it, I'mma end with it
 I'mma figure out a way to try to blend with it
 Shit y'all just now doin', we been did it
 I ain't talkin' to ball players or rap niggas
 I'm thinkin' a little further then that nigga
 Yeah, from brick movers to pack niggas, fuck rap nigga
 Now tell me, what's on your mind?

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Duration
02:56
Key
1
Tempo
110 BPM

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