Uh-oh, the game in trouble Started off small, now they payin' me double Yeah, you can drip check, baby, like Mustard, yeah Uh-oh, you better not trust 'em Rotate 'em, all these hoes on shuffle Money team, got a whole M in a duffle Bitch got the nerve to say she don't like rubbers She don't know that I know she be fuckin' my brother Bitch, I ain't goin' out like no sucker, yeah West Coast, smokin' on Gushers, yeah Cartier watch, shit busted, yeah I done ran up a whole lot, yeah I don't want the twat, just top, yeah Goin' up a whole 'nother notch, yeah Can't be stuck in one slot, yeah. Levels, Rolls-Royce truck in the ghetto F's on the wheel wave hello, yeah Bitch probably mad I ain't dello La-la-la, I am not Carmelo Word to the opps, they gon' drop, better lay low Haha, nah, I'm just playin', they can come out Runnin' up the money, I ain't never tryna run out, yeah Police get behind me, I'ma burn out Smash How you get it 'fore it even come out? Cash How you make a milli' in a drought? Bag Traphouse geeked up fast My mama don't like it, she ain't got no swag I don't stay with my mama, I been in my bag Yeah, I got it, nigga, fuck what I had, yeah Y'all niggas need to give me my swag back Go against me, get hashtagged Ain't standin' that, nigga, I'm passed that How your jacket Dior and your pants match? Road runnin', bringin' these bands back You can take it how you want it, I'm sayin' facts They done crunked me up, I was layin' back I'm the wave, nigga, give me my sand back Hopped out on 'em with a chopstick They done killed that boy with a hand strap You straight, I ain't givin' your mans dap. I'm goin' up a whole 'nother notch Lil' bruh just put a nigga on Fox, damn A rock fell out of my watch I ain't get mad, I just switched out clocks Hahaha Treat a bad bitch like a thot What you do? Burn her head pullin' off the lot Water on water, rockin' ice on the yacht Bought a traphouse and it came with a pot Ugh, ugh The game in trouble like some badass childrens Did they just really give me 80K for thirty minutes? Diamonds on me look 4K Ugh Married to the money for better or worse But nah I ain't walked down no aisle Caked up That lil' nigga fucked up He'll walk a nigga down with a Kool-Aid smile Yesterday spent 40K on a necklace I'm flexin', look close and you'll see your reflection She a lil' gangster, I like her complexion She get so wetty, then bust like confetti If I don't do nothing, that money, I get it. Please click here if you are not redirected within a few seconds. Advisory - the following lyrics contain explicit language: Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up Uh-oh, the game in trouble Started off small, now they payin' me double Yeah, you can drip check, baby, like Mustard, yeah Uh-oh, you better not trust 'em Rotate 'em, all these hoes on shuffle Money team, got a whole M in a duffle Bitch got the nerve to say she don't like rubbers She don't know that I know she be fuckin' my brother Bitch, I ain't goin' out like no sucker, yeah West Coast, smokin' on Gushers, yeah Cartier watch, shit busted, yeah I done ran up a whole lot, yeah I don't want the twat, just top, yeah Goin' up a whole 'nother notch, yeah Can't be stuck in one slot, yeah Related.
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Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up Uh-oh, the game in trouble Started off small, now they payin' me double Yeah, you can drip check, baby, like Mustard, yeah Uh-oh, you better not trust 'em Rotate 'em, all these hoes on shuffle Money team, got a whole M in a duffle Bitch got the nerve to say she don't like rubbers She don't know that I know she be fuckin' my brother Bitch, I ain't goin' out like no sucker, yeah West Coast, smokin' on Gushers, yeah Cartier watch, shit busted, yeah I done ran up a whole lot, yeah I don't want the twat, just top, yeah Goin' up a whole 'nother notch, yeah Can't be stuck in one slot, yeah Levels, Rolls-Royce truck in the ghetto F's on the wheel wave hello, yeah Bitch probably mad I ain't dello La-la-la, I am not Carmelo Word to the opps, they gon' drop, better lay low Haha, nah, I'm just playin', they can come out Runnin' up the money, I ain't never tryna run out, yeah Police get behind me, I'ma burn out Smash How you get it 'fore it even come out? Cash How you make a milli' in a drought? Bag Traphouse geeked up fast My mama don't like it, she ain't got no swag I don't stay with my mama, I been in my bag Yeah, I got it, nigga, fuck what I had, yeah Y'all niggas need to give me my swag back Go against me, get hashtagged Ain't standin' that, nigga, I'm passed that How your jacket Dior and your pants match?
And, as I was writing the reply, above, those thoughts went through my head. Marriage does weird things to Mormons You're correct, that he should ask her these things would you marry a non Mormon. A friend of ours who is going to grad school at Duke started complaining to me about how he had to work while Dr. I have plenty to do but I do it alone. I have seen love prevail over beliefs. If you are not creative just copy love poems from famous romantics.
Keep your options open. So basically we were lies to for years. Get her to explain what she believes, and how it might differ from her church. It sure has its ups and downs. I don't want a life of paranoia and loneliness but she is the person I want to be with and I want to ask her the most important question of my life this summer. If you can genuinely deconvert her then cool. I have a better and fuller relationship with God because my own practice has been supplemented by additional observance. She started crying when I explained this to her. My husband is a surgical oncologist. Home no title About Contact.
