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mathematics - shorty / four horsemen lyrics

shorty, shorty
these are the n-gg-s you run into
i’m tryna reel them out, capable
i’m merely tryna get to know you
shorty, shorty
these are the n-gg-s you run into
i’m tryna reel them out, capable
i’m merely tryna get to know you

i sw-ng my coat open, ‘
we sat for a while speaking on various topics
she told me how she always liked to be in the tropics
grabbed her hand gently, look dead in the optic
she kinda spiritual like she be with the prophet
even though we just met like something don’t wanna stop this
we kept conversating, feeling the hotness
she giving me feedback now i’m feeling i got this
educated brown skin, intellectual
tell me what i gotta do to stay right next to you
maybe i was blessed with you, i could be your soul mate
we only have a minute now but we could make a whole date
yeah, baby girl, you made my whole day
a true queen when they spot a good man
you could have anything in this world except cream

i did everything, tried to avoid it
got off at the wrong stops, even took the long blocks
trying out the guap heads, now i’m in the barber shop
‘homie walks in, i pay it no attention
he ice grilling, smooth face ‘ mad ’cause i’m f-cking his broad
but the ill sh-t is shorty kept it real and told him how she felt
but son couldn’t handle that, spent a lot of effort and paper to win her love back
normally out, but this is personal and you gotta ‘with her
stay a healthy father figure, a word to the wise, a lot of men killed for wives
who wasn’t worth it, got himself a real beef and couldn’t hold it
felt jerk, pride hurt, emotionally driven head first into a bullet
suicide, all praises due to lowest high, i strive to stay humble’

i’m your highness, your highest t-tle, numero uno
‘your man super, grand groover on that sambuca
m-ss mover, automatic rap, n-gg- clap
back, i lean for my brother, you know
the wolf stay fed ’cause they feed on each other
i got a g for a mother, cynthia’s son
take the game like three at the buzzer
harder than a prison wall, hitting y’all all
up in critical condition and it’s official with my picking ball
listen y’all, sir i, certified, anything other than the facts are falsified
they idolize i, well, i know wise guys
leave ’em eyes wide inside the gravel pit spitting inside nine
dubs flash hot enough to warm gl-ss
when the shark p-ss piranhas part path

i’m talented, yes, i’m gifted
never loose stick, never shop lifting
i get the cash, see money over tricks here
keep a snow bunny in the kitchen
the hood still love me ’cause i’m different
see, that’s the difference, i talk greezy, my hands greezy
that’s the chicken, it’s that easy
my flow fat ’cause i’m that greedy
you gotta feed me in stacks, what up to crack petty
state propriety, racially profound, state troopers stopping me, i know that
30 it’s a shame, i should slow that
kick off my shoes, put my c-ke down
separate the oil from the c-ke now, benny’s got plenty yet i still want more
kinda like a fiend with 35 but still want more
85% still don’t know, that’s 100% of y’all rappers try to steal my flow

- mathematics lyrics

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