Lyrics:
Mandy’s
We stay with them bob da builders
Tell them boys they better not panic
Every time I ball without em
I Remember when they left me stranded
Um ja b Onest
U ain ma friend
U ain ma boy
Um ja b Onest
Um ja b Onest
Beef don bring no comas
All dos hits i own em
Heard u wanna trip
Set Paris
Im
it's a real deal b****, the real s***, there's no gimmicks,
Suave House, an the 504 Boys courtesy of No Limit, hit em up.
Get down, feel the ground,
Yo, shout out to everybody that worked on the album
You feel me, son? Yo, shouts out to Ty Dollas
Shouts out to Hodgy Daddies, shouts out to Left
Jeezy]
Just got a hundred of that brown paper bag money
You niggas really wanna talk money?
Shit real that's all I could tell 'em
Just rap 'em up good
Like a verbal seduction when
Seduction when I tell 'em girls on the floor
I don't know, man
Just feels like (right now), we're a lot different
better, cuz I'm baking everyday
Unaffected by the hate,You a lame and you late
Its a shame, its a shame, Ha I'm still getting paid
If we beef like Soulja
a gang
Boy, what you claim?
Throw up your gang
Switching four lanes
And our whip not the same
Low down, dirty
Put you to shame
What is her name?
scare you, I can tell 'cause your shivering
Lyrics label wit an X and not a G
I say fuck the police, yo, so now they after me
I'm wanted by the law so
the fanny, gimme dat.."
Nah nigga I had that shit nigga
Ey, I just wanna be free man
Ey tell em off of one roll of rock nigga
Out the box, roll
'em, I'm gonna tell you, they're gonna take you on a different ride
Like, Westside is gonna put you in a, in a mind state of a, um
Lemme see, how can I
nutty like Almond Joy
My boy toy IE got to sleep and eat
Got the sweets and who got the freaks?
Beat it up like a ass whipping
The album dropped
gettin leathal an I,
you know the drama boys, down fo life the Suave an I, to the dirt,
drama boys, wit Ball got drama that will work,
make 'em
the fact I'm a talent like Soulja-boy is first in everything on the socials, my shit is global
"Smokey is bad" I got rap on my shoulders, time passes by
Tree by Fall Out Boy
Jimmy Eats World Bleed American
Red Hot Chili Peppers Californication By The Way
Gimme Some Peter Bjorn and John
The Avett Brothers
a war
And 200,000 more to even look hard
You better drop your flag and withdraw
My cavalry charge accompanied by a blizzard of wicked metaphors
the mic on
For the check that I sign on, tell me what I'm worth
Sleep when it's bedtime
Gave up the airtime, whole city graveyard
Most of these dudes
but we faster (Faster)
Boys no fit die, cucaracha (Racha)
Vibe no dey die, cucaracha (Racha)
Still the Kojey that you know but the pros love 'em
Pick
try showing them you're worth it just by using words
Want me to
Burn
They gon let it hurt
Tell em do their worst
I've been through the dirt
They say
Whoa!
A get your hands in the air, and get to clappin 'em
And like, back and forth because ah
This is, what you thought it wasn't
It beez,
Horry
Everybody hate on Young Tru boy
Cause they know that the nigga on fire fire fire fire
Rap phenomenon, soon as the album drop
artists don't eat
the greatest
Call up Soulja Boy tell 'em that we made it
you fu you is who you wasn't
I'm on fire like I hopped out the oven
I'm so high yea I'm baked
That boy dry point him to the lake
I get that loud in by
Haha a wise man once told me
Keep me your friends close and keep your enemies closer
And he only got close enough to tell me that because
Well he was
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