Lyrics:
pourin out your hair
Nigga, any f**kin time nigga, any f**kin where
Make 'em bleed is the motto that, I live by
If you f**k with me it's a must you die
Oh well f**k it
My ex left me for a bum well f**k 'em
He gone turn you into a mother f*****g stuffer
I take your wife of six years then I f**k her
plate
Bill him what, half of that he have it late
His best friend by the yellow crates
Suicide, tears tryna hesitate
Only seventeen, damn, seventeen
The local
DJ Cosmic Kev connected the two of them
And to Meek's surprise
Ross followed through
Eventually offering him a contract
"Ross changed my life he
a friend like him
But he was just the first of many with their knickers in a twist
I got dumped by my DJ
He said he didn't wanna work with me no more
I got
me,
Shhh got mine by the thot know he sped,
If he jacking the Choo then we rock him to bed,
I f**k wit my Reys we making a mess,
And if he keep
a throwback like a Thursday
We kept it gutta like the pjs
All my n****s riding like a relay
F**k what he say she say “huh”
Broke bum n***a get back
F**k around
sh*t, there it is
Faking humble but they all switch, including him
Told you not to F**k with Solo, huh
Yeah you best not f**k with Solo bruh
Aaah sh*t,
sing my song
I drag a b****
By her weave
For looking at me wrong
(Wrong)
If I'm not wearing panties
Then I'm in a thong
(Thong)
He f**k good
Hit
better than other b*tches
Make things better when you cry too?
Clearly not cause you run to me when he's f**king up
"UU, I'm tired of trying with him, I'm
got Harry I've got Kane
My young boys playing for The Gunners
F**k around he's taking aim
Ive got Harry I've got Kane
I've got Harry I've got Kane
3
best friend sly
They shot him thru the car
He wouldn’t died if it wasn’t for the car wreck
He had a hard head, but not a hard hat
Just wished my
Everybody in the club right now (hey)
Tell the DJ's to turn it loud (hey)
Dedicated man your favorite song
If you came here by yourself tonight
'Cause
DJ: Hello? Hello?
Caller: ...then have the guts to tell him that he doesn't know what he's talking about
DJ: Hello?
Caller: Terminator X!
is hard but I'm weak
Beat yo a** with my bare hands
Mane f**k this glock
Since you think you can beat up on me
Beat the f**k out his body
He took him
Uh huh
Jones
Dipset
Birdgang b*tch
You know what it is
When you see me two twelvin' you homie
You f**k n*ggas keep triple ninin', have some integrity
Everybody in the club right now (hey)
Tell the DJ's to turn it loud (hey)
Dedicated man your favorite song
If you came here by yourself tonight
'Cause
fuckin' mouth (he won't)
Live at the Oscars, you can't make up this story
Her boo August Alsina got beat up by Tory
Jada probably called him to see if he
it's luck
F%%k em they just going hate on you B%%%h ion give uh f%%k
Draw down on your f%%king pussy A%% these bullets paint you up
Twin go light him up
the line
If u kaint vibe wit me n***a
You gon have to get the f**k from around me n***a
Do not come by me n***a
I don't pay attention an i don't pay no mind
Everybody in the club right now (hey)
Tell the DJ's to turn it loud (hey)
Dedicated man your favorite song
If you came here by yourself tonight
'Cause
Send a hit threw the G5
12 Am don’t know who kilt him Drop the tint hang out the window
You don’t want to see us creep by
You don’t want to see us
stomp him out, now he scared of reflections
Red from his head dripping down his complexion
Call the glizzy Jimmy, 'cause it’s used for protection
But
Yeah man, we good to throw down
Got my demo, man
To blow up in this rap game, man
Aw man, ain't that
DJ Superfly over there, man?
He work up
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