Lyrics:
she just got him off a murder
He invited her out hoping that she was with the shits
She told him it falls under the client attorney privileges
a foreign that's faster than a Hemi
FN in, yeah, it hold like 20
FN in, yeah I got the
Young Guap I ain't really got time to play
Fucked the main bitch
disrespectful
Y'all know I don't care 'bout these niggas
Happy New Year
Tekashi got snatched by the feds, he done
I'm like, "Damn, why they doin' that to 50
that new man in some woods
Hold on I got to chill out (Woah) hold on I got to chill out
Ky said he got to chill out while he packing a drought
Sometimes
an affair
I wish she would, put that new man in some woods
Hold on I got to chill out (Woah) hold on I got to chill out
Ky said he got to chill out while he
her
It's 2002 and my family just
Moved and the only
People I know are my mom's friend, Sue
And her son he's got a case of Matchbox cars
And he says that
tribal
It's all about survival, it's nobody liable
I got caught by five oh
Grandmama came to court with her Bible
But when the judge hit the gavel
Now I'm
don't have no fans shows water wall in the garage I don't have no stands but I got a plan blueberry runs n**** pay the Smurf cause and uprising like Bob
Niggas playin like I’m not on go like I’m Diego
He was acting crazy hadda do em like I’m scooby
Nigga call me bob cuz I got this fuckin toolie
Switchy
got some ice on my neck
If he run up then he need a vest
Fuck it hollows go through the chest
My niggas hold chopper and TEC's
Just throat and that got
Like bob cuz i stay w a hammer
If he gotta bitch he hold her for ransom
And he gon get poked if it get jammed up
Cant get back doored i’m not a fool
If
of the bad momosa
the crilla with realy ?I kee a?
got every fizzle with it's comfortable to it I can holda
to about the weekend on her b-day we can leave a she
would really be that soft
Moving so solid when I'm tryna get the gas off
Twelve at the light, car came to a full stop
Looked both ways and you know he got
wilzzo-izzo-zee
Yo, straight up Missy killed that shit tonight for real
Ooh, I know, I know
I don't really care about her being pregnant by Michael Jackson
wilzzo-izzo-zee
Yo, straight up Missy killed that shit tonight for real
Ooh, I know, I know
I don't really care about her being pregnant by Michael Jackson
when I gave birth to him
And that's how I knew that he was a special child
They say "they never really miss you til you dead or you gone"
So on that
when I gave birth to him
And that's how I knew that he was a special child
They say "they never really miss you til you dead or you gone"
So on that
guess a dick that's hard as rock, is what these hoes Be missing
And in return she used her stolen credit cards to by Me casing
And later on she got this
I'm at the top and it's my time
Know you feel the breeze when I walk by, yuh
Worry 'bout yours, 'cuz I got mine
Your lane do not pass the white line
influence
Niggas tryna hold me back I gotta get too it
Dior on my jeans made by Hedi Slimane
Got the Teddy Psych jacket he did for Saint Laurent
I see from
we never lettin' shit go
Better hold back, before your ass gets picked off
I could really hit a lick on him
Catch a half dozen, 38, saw a special
Got
always planned
To grow the smallest vegetables in
All the kingdom's land
"They're poor," he said "but happy and
Well that's what really counts"
And every
(Right) i got every hype sneaker
But that's a poor man floss
True story, underground king, and he's bossy
Ahead of my days like I'm an Aussie
Get off me
I'm really hopin' you drop him
It's morals I really have, it's lines I could never cross
But you got somethin' that make all them good intentions get
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