The House Always Wins
Shorty got a nigga I know
Lately I been feeling nice though
You don't wanna problem, you broke
Nigga you a joke
Shorty got a nigga I know
Lately I been feeling nice though
You don't wanna problem, you broke
You don't wanna problem, you, you don't wanna problem
I'ma need your respect for this, i'ma need me a check for this
I've been living off the land for so long, i'ma need me some sex for this
Took some lead to the head for this, tears, sweat and I bled for this
If you think I'm about to give this up for some yellow bellied checkered bitch
I'm sick and tired, I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired, boy
I'm sick and tired, I'm twenty-five, I got no plan to die, bitch
I'm sick and tired, it's too late to overlook me
This wasteland went and shook me, no matter how long it took me, don't you
Love me (love me)
Love me (love me)
Love me (love me)
Love me (love me)
Love me (love me)
Love me (love me)
Love me (love me)
Love me (love me)
Shorty got a nigga I know
Lately I been feeling nice though
You don't wanna problem, you broke
Nigga you a joke
Shorty got a nigga I know
Lately I been feeling nice though
You don't wanna problem, you broke
You don't wanna problem, you, you don't wanna problem
Lately I've been forced to living on my own, these niggas wanna get me out my comfort zone
And when I'm at home I just practice reloading, continue banging that GOLD
Scope anybody that would try to test me, swear I want peace, but the way shit's set up
I can't fake front, I love bad stuff, I ball and one, turn this up some
My brain pop like a skillet, hot like a kettle
Not accidental, rock heavy metal
Since them niggas settled, we ain't gotta let up
You ain't got the answers, shut up with the banter
All that tough talking, that'll get you smacked
You don't wanna act, fucking stop that
Squared this, Squared that, "he don't really even rap"
This is that amethyst flow, ride for my set and I'll die with my soul
Been that young nigga on Puritan Road, avenue, Curt was just fifth-teen years old
Vibe with a nigga, .45 tucked by the right hand side of me nigga
My lineage godly my nigga, cause doggy we out for the wealth
And Gold be the set, aim for the neck
Shorty got a nigga I know
Lately I been feeling nice though
You don't wanna problem, you broke
Nigga you a joke
Why you know my chick on ten, yeah
Tell her she can bring more friends, yeah
Shorty lit, taking shots and sips
What a shame, she got work at 6 but she fucking with a
Lately I been feeling nice though
You don't wanna problem, you broke
Nigga you a joke
Shorty got a nigga I know
Lately I been feeling nice though
You don't wanna problem, you broke
You don't wanna problem, you, you don't wanna problem
I'ma need your respect for this, i'ma need me a check for this
I've been living off the land for so long, i'ma need me some sex for this
Took some lead to the head for this, tears, sweat and I bled for this
If you think I'm about to give this up for some yellow bellied checkered bitch
I'm sick and tired, I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired, boy
I'm sick and tired, I'm twenty-five, I got no plan to die, bitch
I'm sick and tired, it's too late to overlook me
This wasteland went and shook me, no matter how long it took me, don't you
Love me (love me)
Love me (love me)
Love me (love me)
Love me (love me)
Love me (love me)
Love me (love me)
Love me (love me)
Love me (love me)
Shorty got a nigga I know
Lately I been feeling nice though
You don't wanna problem, you broke
Nigga you a joke
Shorty got a nigga I know
Lately I been feeling nice though
You don't wanna problem, you broke
You don't wanna problem, you, you don't wanna problem
Lately I've been forced to living on my own, these niggas wanna get me out my comfort zone
And when I'm at home I just practice reloading, continue banging that GOLD
Scope anybody that would try to test me, swear I want peace, but the way shit's set up
I can't fake front, I love bad stuff, I ball and one, turn this up some
My brain pop like a skillet, hot like a kettle
Not accidental, rock heavy metal
Since them niggas settled, we ain't gotta let up
You ain't got the answers, shut up with the banter
All that tough talking, that'll get you smacked
You don't wanna act, fucking stop that
Squared this, Squared that, "he don't really even rap"
This is that amethyst flow, ride for my set and I'll die with my soul
Been that young nigga on Puritan Road, avenue, Curt was just fifth-teen years old
Vibe with a nigga, .45 tucked by the right hand side of me nigga
My lineage godly my nigga, cause doggy we out for the wealth
And Gold be the set, aim for the neck
Shorty got a nigga I know
Lately I been feeling nice though
You don't wanna problem, you broke
Nigga you a joke
Why you know my chick on ten, yeah
Tell her she can bring more friends, yeah
Shorty lit, taking shots and sips
What a shame, she got work at 6 but she fucking with a
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Writer(s): Nicklous Mccorkle
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