Naledge - Fiona Apple lyrics

Money on my mind, b**h is on my dick, Money on my mind, b**h is on my dick East side n***a I'm on the paper ride, Jeffrey boulevard know what takes about These record exist, they're tryin' to take em out But my rappers A1, like the stake is out Feel like rap n***as on some hoe sh**, Like they G stringing in their whole dick, I'm a crown man, never hold the hand of another n***a Just a cup of liquor, and I get to go in Any, I get to flow in, color couple b**hes, n***a get the trousers Turn the studio to a movie set, I'm 'bout to blow up, I just ain't do it yet. My n***a, I'm sick of you my n***a, ??? do it anyway sponsored links Tell the world in the light of the day Did you need me baby? if you would need my .. claim, you're a .. Used to read the source switchin' I could be a rapper, Not really knowin' what I'm seeking after, Now I'm in the club is up and see them n***as actors, Now I'm thinking n***as need to see the pastor, Lord save my soul I ain't living right, Lord save my soul, I'm just here to die, Popped a couple molly tryin to see the light, Poured a little goose, mixed it with the sprite And it's drinking goon, catch a n***a one day But for now we're catching flights, upon the one way City to city, telly to telly, known in my city hood like a belly belly Why you make me sick of you my n***a? ??? , I don't want you saved my heart Tell the world in the light of the day Did you need me baby? If you would need my .. claim, you're a ..