Lyrics:
fled with the TEC
Get Back Gang not Sit Back Gang
Like Big DOA we don't settle for less
If I shoot at his māthā he do bachata
Shoot at his weave 'cause
plays
Said she not a fan, but she eatin' dick
And I don't understand how you don't see this shit?
Nigga can't get a verse less than 500
A nigga throw me
Roy lived in 57th street
Visited Sally twice a week
Sally oh that poor old gal
Just placing the blame on my best pal
Consumed by her fantasies unable
interact, having trouble speaking less we talking facts
Drive-by had to double back, in the field almost caught a flat
Tires squeal Duce rolling up, can't
the sky wide open
Broken were the stars
Parted by emotion
You wait for me to burn
But I turn frozen
The field was on fire, but in the fire burned roses
I
what I got you wouldn’t believe me (Raa)
But chill, let me keep it PG (Ha)
Yeah I been in the field like Nike cleats (Uh)
And people still play my CD
[Intro- Lil' Flip]
You know how we do it man
Ain't to many people ballin like us man
I go by the name Lil' Flip
I'm in here with my dog Roy Jones
[Intro- Lil' Flip]
You know how we do it man
Ain't to many people ballin like us man
I go by the name Lil' Flip
I'm in here with my dog Roy Jones Jr,
more than bad less she solid can't move ways with me
Down bitch, she know how to handle me and a semi
She Like me on my gangster shit and love it when I
sacrifice makes me thrive
How do they want my demise?
Junior ain't a disguise
In the field I'm comfy on the ball
No surprise, Declan Rice
Real eyes recognise
put me in check
And nothing less
This that song that’s sure to make you feel uncomfortable
Make you wanna shelter in your place until it’s comfortable
mouth but I'll quickly
Put down the cat if he bit me, like Roy's boy Siegfried
Welcome to the big leagues, where they pitch heat
Still on a hit streak,
boil it is deafening
Me and the suns that's incomparably
Because It puts the sun's kelvans to Celsius
They gonna say I'm blined by T-Roy oh AKA when He
behind the shit i say
Yeah possessed by the 808's
Yeah i been praying less
Seeing things blame it on the stress
Powers creeping up on me
Praying that i'm
of messing around
Play like Roy Rogers and slow (slow) down (down)
Just give yourself a break, or someone else will take
Your title, namely me, because I'm
money
I don't talk to no bitch less we talking bout some money
If you ain't talkin' money
And you ain't talkin bout no bills
You ain't really in the field
[Chorus: Dave Hollister] - 2X
That's when I was wylin out
I couldn't care less about
Someone gettin hurt, I did my share of dirt
[Perion]
I went
Now these doors don't open til after dark
And it ain't til twelve 'til the party really starts
(Yo me and my crew had to be in by ten
Right
Now these doors don't open til after dark
And it ain't til twelve 'til the party really starts
(Yo me and my crew had to be in by ten
Right
of messing around
Play like Roy Rogers and slow (slow) down (down)
Just give yourself a break, or someone else will take
Your title, namely me, because I'm
brother AKA best friend
I was there for myself and Big Hoss in the pen
In this life of sin it takes me gin to get by, no lie
I steady blaze and forever
brother AKA best friend
I was there for myself and Big Hoss in the pen
In this life of sin it takes me gin to get by, no lie
I steady blaze and forever
more time to decide on?
When it's killing me, when will I really see
All that I need to look inside
Come to believe that I better not leave
Before I
more time to decide on?
When it's killing me, when will I really see
All that I need to look inside
Come to believe that I better not leave
Before I
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