Lyrics:
THAT KINDA SHIT THAT EVIL FOOLS DO
BUT YOU STICK BY ME
NO MATTER WHAT HAPPENS AND I LOVE YOU MUCH RESPECT
(CHORUS)
DADDY I'M IN LOVE WITH A THUG
DADDY
like to now
And my hoes can't go until my money is right
Now I'm about to get go after I G up from the feet up
And roll this weed up, like ?, speed up
They say I'm a ghetto man, they call me a ghetto bastard
They say I'm a dope dealer, they say I'm a money snatcher
They call me a ghetto thug, I'm
(Kevin Gani bring the body ho)
Let me remind these fools that I'm Doe'd Up
The little muppets I'm Doe'd up
I was gonna stop actin' bad but I'm
don't want me
I ain't gonna play by the rules
There's snakes in the grass
There's wolves in the woods
(?)And a garden, it's filled with fools(?)
I got
in traffic
Slap him in his head- (song switch)
Yeah, sorry to my mum
Live by the gun, I ain't putting mine down
Yeah hating niggas everywhere
They
Tour bus looking like a brothel
Catching more bodies than Hostel
Flatbush Zombies put money in my pocket
If it's war against them, I'ma pop it
Word
and I'm glad their ain't a ref
'Cause I'll break rules
Take fools for their money and their fake jewels
Ah you somethings never change
And I put in work
Evening shadows
Fall over me
Was it a glimpse of regret
Or just a memory?
I bow my head
I close my eyes
And try to remember
A time gone by
Was it in
record, them broke niggas insane
Y'all need to get together, and be the We Hate Slim Thug gang
Talking down on my name, so I'm punishing fools
I understand
wit bringin 'em
Funny when I'm bustin my ass for this money when
You aint never round helpin out but showed you come to them
Run to them wantin in, 30
me in the back was still stuck in me, nah
'Cause that'll only make us both fools, Yacht-Master, boat shoes
We bring up money and y'all get emotional
of you
See my daddy, passed away
What use to be sunny days are no more
Just sad and all rainy days
Left nine kids behind
Trying to fill his shoes
Taking
Good evening ladies gentlemen!
This is DJ Bryan speaking, all the way from South Korea.
Today, I’m gonna introduce a song ‘SPARKS!’ made by nerdina.
you acting funny
Don't bite the hand that feeds you money
Confidence is the food for the wise
But the liquor for the fool keep close ties
But I'm quick
his pyramid first
I rate the actions, you can never fool me with words
I want my just dues, people that I trust there is just few
Product of environment
the Rover, Gucci Polo
Nike timbo’s show hatians hella know
Money stretch out like a limo though
Banks flow is stupid
His raps get me smothered
I get guap
you face
Where the floor at
Cap on dawg I'mma burn me a nigga today
Fool bout my money I don't
Mind catching a fucking case
In my hood they raised me
confess it's the best
When you stand above the rest now
But then you will notice the same trend
All the money you will spend
Buys you loneliness all over
send my goonies to your crib and you can die inside your livin' room
If gettin' money mean you dumb then fuck it I been a fool
And I ain't just go
at the lid
I'd have my get out of jail card
Popped cool and ready to go
And then I'd pay my tax and bail money
'Cause I'm a tax paying fool
So we gotta
at the lid
I'd have my get out of jail card
Popped cool and ready to go
And then I'd pay my tax and bail money
'Cause I'm a tax paying fool
So we gotta
grabbed him by the coat
[ CHORUS ]
Baby
Don't try to save me
People
Just let me be
Fucker
I'm not your brother
Step back
Rick James, respect that
[ Slug ]
A homeless family
Rousted out of their concrete bed
By those charged to protect and to serve
Wonder who
Can put a roof over their heads
If you don't
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