Lyrics:
thank you and alladat
Played the hell out of the Nubians -- the shit was fat
So now we're in Lafayette, Louisiana
Bought a three eighty from some little
it's funny that you broke
And that bitch you loving is hoe
Told her make it sloppier than joe
Tsunami I can't pick a flow
Off the perc gotta em thinking
a real G
H-I-J-K, L-M-N-O-P is for pimpin
Early mornin' stoned pimpin
I been down, been around
From the bottom to the top
Partyin' down with
went overboard now I'm overbooked
Ab-Soul, Luke Just, my life is like an open book
Read between the lines nigga
I did this shit legally blind nigga
Yeah,
Yo Bc Yea Reason Being These Niggas Aint Fuckin With Us
Reson Being These Niggas Dont Play With Us
All Real In The Field Down To Spray Shit Up
her get one for me
My weed real plummy and real gummy
And my flow is harder than an anvil, honey
Shoot these niggas with the handheld, honey
I
Though let's agree, we can't do shit without it
Struggle is real, niggas been eating I wanted a meal
Couldn't get a seat at the table Had to deal with
got it
Fat boy, rich nigga, with a appetite
Count money all night under the candlelight
Spinnin' vinyl, Teddy P, or is it Lionel?
Not a model, but I
shit back like medieval
I spit at it like a Baretta, you know I get better by givin' the people
Not a fuck given, check the method, that's how we
shit was in 2012
Member that shit like it's yesterday
Used to have cd with that one song by that one nigga think it's flavor fav
Fuck
I don't even no
complain to ya girls
It at no real men left
Truth is, real men
Avoid you like their death
You got no assets
Except yo ass and yo chest
And once yo hair
went, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
It ain't my fault your ass is on the asphalt ('phalt)
Got your chin touched by my fam who though you brought harm, you see
it's hatin when your skaten and your pockets is fat
Don't act for a minute like your ass surprised
Just reconize the real way that gangsta's ride
If
it's hatin when your skaten and your pockets is fat
Don't act for a minute like your ass surprised
Just reconize the real way that gangsta's ride
If
dinero
Like Joe Pesci, Hov' is so deadly
In the middle of the ocean, racin on jet skits (*PYOOM!*)
Get your mind right or get it on your left sleeve
It's enough to go 'round, baby (baby)
Been drinkin' like you thirsty
How you make it to my section in the first place? Uh
Nah, I ain't trippin', shit is
other options
But I swear I want you
If I'm stuck in that jam
Is you gon' come through
Talking bout them traumatizing times
But that shit was fun too
Bae,
real slow
Us lust what the fuck is trust
Like a six shooter shit I'm only tryna bust
You remember that time when I thought the condom bust
That was our
I be hangin in Harlem and
My shit is for real here
If you battle L you picked the wrong head
I smash mics like cornbread
You can't kill me I was born
stop frontin to your friends like you knew me
Cause you don't and you never did, kid
So FUCK your respect and the shit you claim ya did
To all ya real
up like L.A. Fitness
Smush a nigga by that fetish makin' shit don't show no pity
Told that ho quit all that playin' let a nigga see them titties
That
that are gritty
Fat Joe told you that the jealous ones envy
And the hungry ones be plottin in the cut by the plenty
In my close the thirty years, I have
shit is slum
First batter up well here's the pitch - it's a curve
Second batter up because the first got served
The one who arouse, as I browse for
When this actually drops will one of you even click it? (Will you?)
Asking for a preview, but will you even listen?
That fake shit is see through,
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