Ain't Fair
Uhh, ou ouu
I hopped in the whip
And I'm duccn the jakes
And I'm duccn the jakes
Mask on my head
And they can't see my face
I hopped in the whip
And I'm duccn the jakes
Bad bitch in the passenger seat
Pretending her feet is the breaks
Hol up wait
They calling me coach
I'm making them plays
Your shooters get shot
We just pass it to Klay
She feeling her self
Im feeling myself
We cutting them off
Like i'm Ricky Blaze
Don't ask how we doing
Bitch we doing great
Don't ask how we eating
Its breesh in the safe
We got to go like aundalee
See these niggaz try and stop me
But not today
Baby try and fucc but not today
Yea your mouth to dirty
What your mom would say
But you could give me brain
Lets compensate
Try and get rich don't care
How much time it take
Try and get a Rollie
No Tik time proceeds
Try and bust it down
You ain't know time could freeze
Make the money dont let
The money make you
10 bands or 10 dollars im grateful
Took your bitch on a date
And she paid for it
Want the dic then she know
She got to slave for it
Cuz, i dont got time today
Heard that time is bread
Dont got time to waste
You should stacc your bread
Thats common sense
Come to the light
Like common said
Baby succ that dic like
Simon Said it
Just worked out the pacc
Now i'm gon stretch it
I took some L's but those was lessons
God gave me battles
But those was blessings GAWD
I just bought a new coupe
I took off the roof
I got hoes by two
I'm telling you
Pack in the air
When you look like this
They gon stare
Oh yeah, Oh oh yeah
No it ain't fair
No it ain't fair
No it aint fair
Ouuu aww yeah
I just bought a new coupe
I took off the roof
Blow me like hot soup
What you try an do
All my shooters
They gon shoot ooot ooot
And I'm counting blue hundreds
He talk like he gon do something
Boy you ain't gone do nothing
These shoes cost a cool hundred
And we still smoke
Out the pound
Yo bitch want to come around
I make shawty go to town
Like my Rollie bust her down
I want new money and new hoes
Everyday I wear new clothes
I'm try an find me a loop hole
Pack in the air
When you look like this
They gon stare
Oh yeah, Oh oh yeah
No it ain't fair
No it ain't fair
No it aint fair
Ohhh awww yeah
I hopped in the whip
And I'm duccn the jakes
And I'm duccn the jakes
Mask on my head
And they can't see my face
I hopped in the whip
And I'm duccn the jakes
Bad bitch in the passenger seat
Pretending her feet is the breaks
Hol up wait
They calling me coach
I'm making them plays
Your shooters get shot
We just pass it to Klay
She feeling her self
Im feeling myself
We cutting them off
Like i'm Ricky Blaze
Don't ask how we doing
Bitch we doing great
Don't ask how we eating
Its breesh in the safe
We got to go like aundalee
See these niggaz try and stop me
But not today
Baby try and fucc but not today
Yea your mouth to dirty
What your mom would say
But you could give me brain
Lets compensate
Try and get rich don't care
How much time it take
Try and get a Rollie
No Tik time proceeds
Try and bust it down
You ain't know time could freeze
Make the money dont let
The money make you
10 bands or 10 dollars im grateful
Took your bitch on a date
And she paid for it
Want the dic then she know
She got to slave for it
Cuz, i dont got time today
Heard that time is bread
Dont got time to waste
You should stacc your bread
Thats common sense
Come to the light
Like common said
Baby succ that dic like
Simon Said it
Just worked out the pacc
Now i'm gon stretch it
I took some L's but those was lessons
God gave me battles
But those was blessings GAWD
I just bought a new coupe
I took off the roof
I got hoes by two
I'm telling you
Pack in the air
When you look like this
They gon stare
Oh yeah, Oh oh yeah
No it ain't fair
No it ain't fair
No it aint fair
Ouuu aww yeah
I just bought a new coupe
I took off the roof
Blow me like hot soup
What you try an do
All my shooters
They gon shoot ooot ooot
And I'm counting blue hundreds
He talk like he gon do something
Boy you ain't gone do nothing
These shoes cost a cool hundred
And we still smoke
Out the pound
Yo bitch want to come around
I make shawty go to town
Like my Rollie bust her down
I want new money and new hoes
Everyday I wear new clothes
I'm try an find me a loop hole
Pack in the air
When you look like this
They gon stare
Oh yeah, Oh oh yeah
No it ain't fair
No it ain't fair
No it aint fair
Ohhh awww yeah
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Writer(s): Michael Fraser Jr
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