Aap Ferg - World Is Mine Lyrics

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Yeah
Better get the fuck out my face
You always tellin me I got the world
Talkin all that shit
Bitch you better the fuck out my face
But I dont have half of what I want to achieve
Na-na-na-na-na-na, fuck is you sayin
I got to get it

Im young, man, and I got everything to lose

She tried to tell me that the world is mine
But you know it aint true, you know it aint true
Im tryna make a dollar, get my ass up out of Harlem
Cause you know the haters watching and the bullets aint cool
Aint you, attracted to a powerful motherfucker
Dont wanna be compared to these rapper dude motherfuckers
Who turnin so passionate when they battling motherfuckers
But never get a crib up in Malibu motherfucker
And I dont want to wind up like him

He cant afford that Tom Ford, you wont like that man

Grinding that old food, no AC or fan

No trips to Jamaica, babe you gets no tan

I wanna pull up pull up in a 4-4 or Benz
A Sprinter van, with the TVs in
Your crew jump in, Im getting those jeans
If we keep on, fuckin fly to Japan
You say that this shit mami, cause you my girl
You say you just need me and need no one else
But Im full of ambition to take over the world

She tried to tell me that the world is mine
I know that aint true
And even though I want it all
Im young, man, and I got everything to lose
Im young, man, and I got everything to lose
Im young, man, and I got everything to lose
Im young, man, and I got everything to lose
Im young, man, and I got everything to lose
She tried to tell me that the world is mine
I know that aint true
And even though I want it all
Im young, man, and I got everything to lose
Im young, man, and I got everything to lose
Im young, man, and I got everything to lose
Im young, man, and I got everything to lose
Im young, man, and I got everything to lose

Funny how it all go go, you never could know though
What happened to Tiger was Kobe, you know hoes
Get caught in a photo, lipstick on your polo
And all the trust that you builds right out the door door
Yall went from lovebirds to looking like Dodos
And that shit gon last, for months itll go go
And that shit gon drag, drag on like komodo
Over a bitch that look like Quasimodo, god!
Now you calling and checkin in
All the time like your ass still on parole though
Wondering if you just better off solo
You paying a price, but is that what it owe though?
Praying up to god about shit thats not even holy
You like she tripping over bitches saying that they know me
Then she put the pussy on me, swear that shit control me
That shit control me, man that shit control me