P. J. Harvey

P. J. Harvey - The Garden lyrics

Ok ok ok

That's what im talking about man

I killed that shit man

That right there that's easy man

You know what I mean

Gimme Something else drama

man Im on fire man Rock.

Watch this man. Dramatic

Pussy motherfuckers what it do

Holla at me.

All them niggas Tryin to hate me

and them bitches tryin to Have me

Im a Money Man

yup I get it From my daddy hoe

and boy we could beef

Like no you in a cali oh

Hollygrove my Daddy home

Let that automatic go

Test me when I'm chillen and

I'll kill ya from my patio

Bitch my shadow look good

I'm just feelin wheezy

hop in my Shit and say goodbye

cuz the ceilings Leaving

Believe me,

they aint trying to see me

Tell 'em I'll be the nigga with the burner and beaner

I'm the fireman she just call me when she steamin

I wet her up and put her out and leave the bitch dreamin.

Niggas say they hot but its really not seemin.

If these guys bad then I gotta be a demon

Waynes getting money like Damon and Kenan

Try and take it from me and I'm aiming and beaming

Bangin and leaving

Stains on the cement

Slide the cracker something so they tame the police man

Left in a Porsche came in a Karnish

And I'm fresh yeah the Gucci sweats came with the creases

I'm hot but I'm cold I just change with the seasons

Trying to put some cheese on my pieces

If your lookin for ya nigga

I'll be where the water gets deeper

Huggin on that money tryin to put it in a sleeper

Yeah I'm here,

Who the fuck wanna say something

Leave your whole head empty like a strained pumpkin

Make no assumptions,

I'm hustling

Your girlfriend guzzling,

You thought she wasn't

Name still buzzin even when I'm doin nothing,

But im never doing nothing

cuz im always getting money

That's simple jack ass

if you don't get it you're a dummy

And them niggas that dis me

Ain't nothing but pure pussy

Sure honey I done heard what you said

But if a nigga really cared

you'd already be dead

Just a young ass nigga

with some old ass bread

Yes I keep them dollars running

like them bitches got legs

And my nigga (tas pope)? been ridin wit me since pegs

And my right wrist is lookin like a cracked open egg

That's white and yellow diamonds

Adjust your lighting

I got em so mad but

ooh I think they like me

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