Lyrics:
sayin'?)
Microphone checka, micro, microphone checka (Krazy Drayzy on the mic)
Microphone checka, micro, microphone checka (now I'm in the house with book,
sayin'?)
Microphone checka, micro, microphone checka (Krazy Drayzy on the mic)
Microphone checka, micro, microphone checka (now I'm in the house with book,
friends down
Until ya family up"
If I bring the fish by they cookin'
It's a fish fry
My friends make the fish fly but
They ain't playin' Candy Crush
I don't
party stay up late nights off barcadi go so deep she prolly say im wilson charlie look ( i jus know im good ).Ran up dollas at the tables 2 3 bets all
reason for you to fuck ya best friend
Or ya cousin or ya brother's girl
Get ya own bitch, mayn, you know what I'm sayin'?
You runnin' around here
basketball
In the backyard on a forty by sixty-three foot long sports court (what?)
Hope I don't go back to slangin' ya-yo (ha)
Slangin' yayo (slangin'
[Charlie Brown (Leaders of the New School)]
Just when ya
Just when ya
(Just when ya thought it was safe!)
KO, now let your homeboy in
a collar to ya
Church
Now in this world that we live in, there's all kinds of pimps
You got ya playas, ya ballas, ya macs, ya gorrilla
Pimps that take
the clouds.
Can I bend ya over, throw your ass back down?
No need sayin' no, we way pass that now.
I ain't them other niggas, just control the flashback
Let me smoke a blunt right now and get in my zone
Akademiks said Freddie Gibbs got beat up by Jim Jones (word)
I'm not a big fan of his the streets
snacks
44 packs
Of Chili Cheese Fritos
Black Beans by the bags
San P. and Vitamin C
Im a survivor
Call me Destiny
And like a child
Oh I been acting wild
Checc, I'm goin' A-Wall
Focused on my pockets
Winnin’ off the 8-ball
Totin' a rocket for ya bitch, James Harden
Had to block his bitch
His bitch
a killer but don't
Tempt me cause I got it
In me leave you bye bye
For all of my ma's
That's word to Remy
My Medusa got ya oozing
Through ya Gucci suit
Stuck
come right now to reach ya we go
Shum dum da dum da na na dum da dum
Shum dum da dum da na na dum da dum
Shum dum da dum da na na dum da dum
Shum dum da
a tape for ya. Now you have to tell me if these
Two people are having sex or working out. Are you ready sir?
[Man]:
I think I'll be able to do this.
rings are clear, yeah
I'm the reason that ya earrings are square, ya hear
Now, we take trips, casinos' the lovely homes
We check on Lodi mom's, Meano,
feel now though/
I been sayin' the quiet part loud though/
Live from the underground flow/
Dostoevsky writin' down notes/
Keep ya eyes open and ya mouth
What's up
If you from Flint
Get out ya seat
Get up off your ass
Drink your brew and smoke that grass
We fixin to rock from Pontiac to Lansing back
Haz el amor conmigo
(Kissin', touchin', caressin')
Ya no me dejes solo tonight
Sayin', "why didn't I go home with you?"
(Yo) tonight, I'm from
what's up
If you from Flint
Get out ya seat
Get up of your ass
Drink your brew and smoke that grass
We fixin to rock from Pontiac to LANSING back
Too many cats that want to rap, and ain't sayin nuthin
Foolin ya self, how let ya ass do it to ya self
When it comes to cash, we the ones doin it, who
might woggy woggy on ya fucking carpet
Leave ya speakers bleeding like I fuckin shot em
Took my shot- and ain't no way to block it
Now I'm chilling with
inch
Not by a mile
Couldn't walk a day up in these shoes
The reason being
You fleetin'
You a commercial
See ya!
You are front
An abundance
Of what is
Daddy I'm high as a cloud looking to touch Anything soft enough I can bust my nuts on
Like them average ass titties of yours
Now I done seen many
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