Tell Em X Killing On Demand - Instrumental - Bgm | English

Whiskey wants a joke The Marlboro wants to smoke And tears need some salt to get by The thorn looks for a crown The beggar for a town And The woman is never satisfied Everyone's looking For something to hold Some kind of savior They need to be told To hold on Baby needs a mother But the mother wants a lover And this house can't find home anywhere The ship is scared to sink The thirsty scared to drink And I can't find God way down here Everyone's looking For something to hold Some kind of savior They need to be told To hold on Hold on You can run You can hide But nothing good ever really dies The pasture's all dried out The crows are all cried out The hen hangs her head in the yard And I'm tired of running There's got to be something For this cold broken down heart Everyone's looking For someone to blame They sharpen their razors Go out as they came Someone tell 'em to Someone tell 'em to To hold on Hold on Hold on Hold on Someone tell 'em to hold on

Walk around the city with a sticc on me Always keep a 40 with a grip on me Niggas always wanna talk shit on me But Imma stay grinding til I'm rich homie Agh, I need my money on demand I needa 500 benz and some ends I need my money on demand I need deposits to my wallets comin' in I need my money on demand Every time I pull up I touch bands She gone grind on my lap when she dance She gone pull out this dick out my pants But she gotta understand I need a fee? Pop a Percy and pop that pussy for a g? It ain't nothin, cause I know you fucc for free So bang my line, if you tryna live like me I cracc the foreign outside the BnB Now she ready to pull up, meet and greet But she swappin' all that skeet for a treat For a tricc, she gone smear it in her teeth I learned a lesson, never love and hold their hands Less she gone place her whole world in your hands And if it's small, tell that bitch to think again And get the money cause I desire every cent Walk around the city with a sticc on me Always keep a 40 with a grip on me Niggas always wanna talk shit on me But Imma stay grindin' til I'm rich homie Agh, I need my money on demand I needa 500 benz and some ends I need my money on demand I need deposits to my wallets comin' in I need my money on demand I need a bitch who gone really understand I needa lick that's at least 100 grand I need a pound of some Afghanistan I need some coke and a little lemon lime Have these bitches geeked up every time I needa blower that can snatch away a life I needa dime lookin like my future wife Got a pole that go deeper than the sea Red beams that you seen on TV Got a play that gone keep me up for weeks Til' I bleed out the streets with her sneaks Lil baby I'm just hungry for the cheese Tired of livin' like I'm starving in the streets So bust a move, cause daddy got what you need Let's chase a bag, double bacc and make a streak Walk around the city with a stic on me Always keep a 40 with a grip on me Niggas always wanna talk shit on me But Imma stay grindin' til I'm rich homie Agh, I need my money on demand I needa 500 benz and some ends I need my money on demand I need deposits to my wallets comin' in