Lyrics:
niggazzz say it ain't Ton
Hundred pretty girliess singin our songgg
Yea I kick my feet up you can't say that I ain't home
And I be blowin on that reefer u
niggazzz say it ain't Ton
Hundred pretty girliess singin our songgg
Yea I kick my feet up you can't say that I ain't home
And I be blowin on that reefer u
they see me ride by in this Chevrolet They get confused and say that I'm rude
Every day I be new and improved
And my kids gon' be doin' it too
They like,
Guess what? Got gaffled by one time
I'm back to the motherfucking county jail
Six months on my chest, now it's time to bail, uh
I get's released
Guess what? Got gaffled by one time
I'm back to the motherfucking county jail
Six months on my chest, now it's time to bail, uh
I get's released
it's movin'
Them niggas ain't bust shit they claim to be shootin'
My network ain't public, I know what I'm doin'
I'm really havin', I don't show what
that thong like it's a bong
Hittin' my, at the altar
Doin' what I want to
When I want to catch a vibe
I'm just doin'
What I want to
You ain't going
Like it rough, nigga know how to grab me
Up & its stuck
Yeah I wanna fuck if I send you the addy
I aint gon play around
DG ima lay it down
Better grip
An MC with bad habit's I am, I see
A mic and I grab it, so scary, ain't it?
I'm comin' raw with no corrections
Savin' all perfections for what I
Do with
'm really poppin' (poppin')
How can I slip if I'm the one doin' the moppin'?
No forensics, no witness, no ballistics (no ballistics)
No attachment, but
Underground baby, real underground baby
I'm hidin' under the floor like Saddam
But I'm, doin' it because I love it
And I'm, underground baby
Real
Pete
No need to reminisce
You should remember this
Don't be mad at this
Oo La La to Big 'er Up
What the fuck ain't that a bitch
Drama we handle it
Niggas
I might be lazy, I ain't crazy, I love my baby, She loves me too
I kinda Like, just Doin' Nothing, Its Something that I do
I kinda Like,
ain't always what it seem
You might get fooled if you come from out of town
But I'm down by law and I know my way around
Too much, too many people,
back in June
If she ain't back by August I may sing a different tune
Got it on my mind to run away and ramble
Calculated gamble, I may never come
(Tony)
(Br brr)
(And we really out here to help these ninjas)
(How it go?)
Doin' what I can, helpin' you and ya mans huh (Ya mans)
Do what I can,
Maybach Music, it's deeper than the verse baby
It's deeper than the rap
Doin' a 150 miles and runnin'
Get up in the way then you know that I
revolving dog there ain't
Too much there to stop it
Shout at weezy alcwheezy know the
Path that im on when he seen me walkin I was
By myself in New Orleans
Hey, Mama, know I ain't never tell you this before
But it really hurt me knowin' I'm runnin' you crazy
I wanna talk to you real quick
My momma told
These are the rough times, best to hurry up
And duck muh'fucker 'fore I buck mine
It's gettin' crazy and everybody's strapped
Surrounded by niggaz but
They be killin ya
Greedy executives dirty
I ain't feelin ya
Stayin strictly independent without a deal at all
Cause in the end I want to get it all
about murder and thangs
I think it's obvious that you ain't never heard of mine
What goes on in the neighborhood
East coast, West coast, ain't shit turnin
to
Broke shit, I wasn't into, couldn't do it
Operation by any means make it outta the hood
Love to see my momma doin' good, uh
Love to see my niggas
Yeah
Aye, you already know what it is potna
Fasho
Aye
Young Rez
JokerTooCold
We in here
Fasho
I be ackin' like I'm ackin'
And be doin' what I'm doin
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