Lyrics:
(Respect it)
(Mondo On the beat)
Tone
Yeah, twenty-eight grams in the Ziploc (Ziploc)
Add an extra gram for the Ziploc (Ziploc)
Twenty-eight
waiting aa-all alone
Don't make me, wait too long
[Rap by Bo Hagon]
I'll beat the pussy up and leave you in bed legs shaken
Wake up alone by 2 in
And I wanna hear that tune by Redman 'Can't Wait'
That tune the bomb, yo"
"You got it, coming from The Darkside Radio
This is 'Can't Wait'"
Woo, yo
this beat, baby)
You can't miss, I send you on that hit, might die, you fuck it up
Perp hole got like tee trimmers, real street nigga, my money up
and leave holes
The size of pee's jes
When I flow it's like tae-kwon doe
On some do-jo and it just a hobby
How fuck Daniel-san going to beat Mr miyagi
Wax
when it's sticky (sticky)
Can't believe you niggas tryna diss me (what?)
Show you how fast I'ma get him (on God)
Bet I find his body by three
cars by the three's, Bitches call me papa Johns 'cause I keep that extra cheese
Overseas in the sun, livin' for the fun in Milan with some bad bitches
gon' go on vacation
Wait, damn, okay that's way too far ahead of me
So I'm just tryna take it day to day if they would let a G, breath
Cop cars by
like the Lakers
Going for three rings in the game on them
We ain't done til it's a dun-dadda
And I got my own label so fuck Gucci and Prada nigga
I'm
like the Lakers
Going for three rings in the game on them
We ain't done til it's a dun-dadda
And I got my own label so fuck Gucci and Prada nigga
I'm
doin' it
Say you through will all my foul ways
But you never come when you period is five days
I gotta be high to be around ya
You make me beat around
songs survive
On records
95 beats per second
Get it mike on the guitar c'mon wreck it
You go ooh ahh there go them superstars, of soul
20 times better
lunch after brunch
Joy getting bigger now
And yeah that's my nigga
Even though sometimes, got to beat her ass
But she knows daddy's soft
Spite she's
And that shit gon' pop just like that nigga that was never 'round
Damn, bout to drop, gas em up, thick exhaust
Young T, came quick, hard to beat, dick is
to the left, ye swing to the right,
Keep your eyes on your partner, more or less like a fight,
Ye just follow the rhythm, and ye keep to the beat
you got that good good, I already know
Tell it by your size, I know you a dancer
Rein-derriere, I'ma call you Prancer
Booty paparazzi, pose for
on the groove
Several wopplers kinetic
My beat's energetic when reseted
You wonder why, we put our friends through calisthenics
So check out the fiery, I'm
and I were made to live through more
Yeah
Shoutout to the most high, made a nigga so fly
Not a day goes by I ain't been that dude
You got that fire
(Respect It)
(From the tip it)
FSU
(And If the beat live you know LilJu made it)
(2 Chainz)
I'm with whatever you with
You ain't the only one
[Swizz Beats]
Let's go round and round the world, Cass
Round and round the world. Cassidy Tha Problem
You are now in zone of Philly's own...Cassidy
[Swizz Beats]
Let's go round and round the world, Cass
Round and round the world. Cassidy Tha Problem
You are now in zone of Philly's own...Cassidy
the streets the come
Three thousand names in the midst of a race
The blander the better we'll
Love you forever so baby be mine
With a call on the beat
Take
("YEAH"), niggas about to beat you all down to the last stop
I'm all good, as I telephone my hood
At first I was shook, tried to play by the book
But
It was five years ago at the carnival
While I was pitching my tent
I was approached by a carnie girl
And oh, she seemed Heaven sent
Her eyes were
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