Lyrics:
than ten bangers
That's cause I'm a shot caller, y'all fools is Crank Yankers
Ain't a damn thing changed but the ice on my chain
To get chicks from
cause I'm that greedy
You got to feed me in stacks
What up to Crakk Peedi
State property, racially profiled
State trooper stopping me, I'm low down
Dirty
underwear, silly"
But I was turned off by her tupper-ware titties
(Fake bitches, break bitches, make bitches
Kick rocks, when they fucked up in they face
can't get caught in that hiccup
I told that shawty my dick up
Put it down, love, you gotta pick up
When I'm done, you can come pick your chick up
Pick
to really get in where the towel wet up
Looking fly-lee, beauty by T
She wanna know the answer to the question, why me?
We walking through the telly where
move fast
I had to fuck a couple fat bitches all in they ass
Yes, I get busy and know and I do all I can (can)
Had to meet up with them Terror Squad
you round and round
Pretty Boy, Prince Charming nigga, can't steal my crown
Different chicks up in my town
I gets hoes by the dozens my, DM's be flooded
Rest in peace) Word up (word up) ? Prayers ain't never end (prayer's ain't Never end)
"Gotta get the cash gotta get the doe" -Puff Daddy 'Makin' Moves
feed the fiends
Quadruple up the cream
Ain't no stopping till we go and make some millis off the streams
I need a big chick
For my big dreams
Cause I'm
Just seen another cover story on me by Forbes (by Forbes)
In a Black Cadillac with the bulletproof doors (doors)
Lit the hotel room up, white ashes
ambition
I saw I came with my vision. Yeah, I'm upstaged. Yeah, we running up the chicks. That's a wreck. You know that we the best
I'm upstaged. Yeah, we
we get shady
Dress up like ladies
And burn 'em with dirty 380's
Then they come to kill our babies
That all out
I got gats that blow the wall out
Clear
Leave the bathroom and order some chicken thighs
Porn is my only option for sex
I can't even send a chick a text
People these days don't know how
I bust these chickens like they clips
Live fat as Jimmy Walker the stalker
Strictly smooth talking native New Yorker
Straight out the Q-Boro, my shit
[Speaking Adlib]
Yeah, DC, Stand up for your boy Ka Ree
I go by the name of Kanye Tutter
the rock is in the building
and as far as I'm concern we
on the rickenbock-er
Hold up for a second a need a sip of water [Missy!]
If y'all in need of lessons just sit in observe
Drive by sliming you get hurt in the cudi
While
go out at all, cause
Fuck I’m high, with these slow-mo vibes
I drink, I smoke, I like to get fucked up
Drink, I smoke, I like to get fucked up
Drink, I
boy that booty aint heavenly
She justa boogie ass bitch, made up of silicone definetly
Why are her thighs too small for her ass?
If you get an implant,
Paper planes
Helium
Levosa
Gravity
Charged up
Battery
Save lives
Combatively
Way I’m feeling
John claw
Situation
Mutzo ball
Chicken
thirty L's once I get off the plane
And go shoot past Roscoe's for chicken and waffles
You act tough, hollows will stop at your mainframe
Hit up your
hell get your burn on
Filled with the embalming fluid get your sherm on
My sherm on in the hood when I ride by
My eyes looking like I learn how
one
Lezinja lez' ama chicken frozen ones
I gotta get by light a cigarette high in an hour of need
I gotta get by with more hope in my eye it's hard
and these bitches want to test me
My ??? scream P don't let the master get the best of me
The game got me crazy, I'm fucked up I can't sleep
They
bed,
feed her fried corn and chicken bread,
fried corn and chicken bread,
if you got a hurt up in your head,
eat some fried corn and chicken bread.
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