Lyrics:
My parents helped us get
We was riding in the car they also helped purchase
I showed my homie the
New Piano but we
Could only look in through window
can you give me fifty-five hundred?"
I ain't givin' you shit unless you suckin' all of us
She went upstairs and gave my lil' homie some pussy
shit, that's ill-advised
Probably why my hater's sick
Saw the cake inside my bank increase
Because I made a wish
Saw the streets, not in the streets
All
seen my dancer
Though I'm sure the guy in question wouldn't answer
I was surprised when Mr. Yupa had spoke up
She bought flowers from me and was choked
on immortalised in the Australian imagination, the letter was passed along and survived. Its final line reads, I am a Widow's Son, outlawed and my orders must be
that boy are-E double D
I'm a star sipping bar in the car, sitting sideways on the highway
Two hundred the fly way, what that boy say
That boy's out
the land poppin' Xans, got withdrawals
Clasp my hands in advance 'cause they just can't get off
I've been given second chances
That shit like my motivation
you wanna die by a big or a lil' gun
Nigga Mr. Nervous, lil' nigga scared to pick one
No matter the circumstance, he gon' die by both guns
Niggas love
’m getting fucking paid like my
Name began with "Lil" (god damn)
Never gonna stress, got my Cardi in the rari
Every time my team and I
Are out it’s a safari
If
nigga (woo, woo)
I rock a whole lot of ice on a pussy nigga
I'm changing up my foreign cars on these pussy niggas
I'm balling like I'm in the NBA
in debt
No matter what I do dawg, I love my set
[Hook]
Wodie, Wa**up, Wodie, Wa**up
Set It Off in this muthaf***a
Wodie, Wa**up, Wodie, Wa**up
lil trey
Suppress ya appetite we taking ya lil' tray
Love my handgun but my chopper still the shit
Banned in 1994 but I'm to legit to quit
1996 kilos
Fedora sitting on my head like I'm mr Krump....
I scratch da tires on the scat like this that one....
I ride wit shotty in the back i say buckle up...
98
ayy, stand on business, bout my gang
You know I'm down to earn my stripes, ayy, tryna hop up in that car
You gotta be down to take a life, they say that
killed my baby's father!]
Order in the court!
I'm sorry for the outburst your honor
I have an original copy of the police report
January the 4th
chips in my pocket when I'm finished
Using words like "simon" and "leva"
People try to put me down but end up floating down the river
See I told you twice
The Strong Survive So You Know I Prevail. Had To Run Up A Bag Did This Shit By Myself. Getting Off Bag in The Crib Putting My Mama Through Hell. 24 Packs
standing right by my side in black like he the Best Man
The cars is Plush
(Yeah boii)
Ain't chu that beatsta wit that big boii truck
(Yeah boii)
Ain't
The stylish wardrobe is up to par
Here's my number, call me in my car
You deserve a visit from Mr. Goodbar
So how long you been talkin' to him?
Word?
The stylish wardrobe is up to par
Here's my number, call me in my car
You deserve a visit from Mr. Goodbar
So how long you been talkin' to him?
Word?
and shit (Yeah)
I'm working her shit (Whoa)
Came through stunting goin' 115
I did it by myself, but I'm bringing my team
My favorite lil' shawty like
Chorus: [Mr. Marcelo]
It's me and you, one on one, against the world
Every man needs a woman, every boy needs a girl
In my world I'm just a squirrel
I'm stunting', I keep me some bands in the duffle (that's Louis V!)
When I was trappin', I didn't touch nothing
My lil' niggas servin' for me
Thousand dollar shades on
My lil' homies boost 'em
Songs bump in Houston like Trae
Tha Truth produced 'em silverback nigga
I suggest you get used
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