Lyrics:
it like I'm Roshi
They don't wanna rock, I walk around and I go do it by my lonely
I can do it on my own
Please do not disturb, I ain't checkin' up my
Whatever that mean, you know old people say it so it sounds right
So I'm standing there embarrassed, if we were both in Paris
I would have grabbed her by
speak till I'm feelin times colder
Hol' up, wait a second lemme think a bit
Checkin' my minutes I'm in it only for the trip again
You don't look so good
a dog by the way that she eat my bone
I got Instagram models all up in my iPhone
She love all my songs she addicted to my tone
around the edge
nigga if you tryna get fed you in the red
eat you up beat you up
If that don't work heat you up
Now you wearin' white
around the edge
nigga if you tryna get fed you in the red
eat you up beat you up
If that don't work heat you up
Now you wearin' white
throw up your hands and drop your mic
'Cause I'll go third, and he'll go fourth
By the fifth you're dissed cause you lost
Six is your beat down,
I come up hard baby, but now I'm cool
I didn't make it sugar, playin' by the rules
I come up hard baby, but now I'm fine
I'm checkin' trouble
I come up hard baby, but now I'm cool
I didn't make it sugar, playin' by the rules
I come up hard baby, but now I'm fine
I'm checkin' trouble
yo, yo
What, yeah, come on, come on
We pass each other in the club
And I notice that he be checkin me
I hope he gets the nerve to push up
checkin' for a motherfuckin' place to be
Ten point two three dancers fate
With the fencers down with the prankers
Fucking by the court rolling MC's calling
far
Pull up at the telly checkin' in then I'm checkin' out
I just went to doing donuts thought I was wrecking out
And no you cannot fit in my circle got
for ya
Had to book this session just to ask it to ya
You could call me nike by the way that I'm checkin' on ya
Wanna ask if you gonna ride when
that life is a big stop
Checkin' over my shoulder I needed that
Normal life is not for me I'm spittin' facts
Pullin' up on my brother I'm rippin' fast
Yea Ima shit talker
Yo btc checkin my location
She a big stalker
It’s always me n only me
Ima shit popper
I been locked up in da booth I
hustle hustle hustle
Get to the money
Grab it take a dolla stretch the cash times that bitch by a hunnid
Hustle get the gwop time is money
Hustle get
by law
People call me the Picasso of paintin' the town
But I've finally grown up
I finally changed from that someone I was to somebody I ain't
But
by law
People call me the Picasso of paintin' the town
But I've finally grown up
I finally changed from that someone I was to somebody I ain't
But
of weed to keep from goin' under
The federales wanna see me dead
Niggas put prices on my head
Now I got two Rottweilers by me bed, I feed 'em lead
Now
Now I got two Rottwillers by me bed, I feed em lead
Now I'm released, how will I live? Will God forgive me
for all the dirt a nigga did, to feed
slow
And still twist your tongues up
Rock the house from night
Till the sun's up
Cause it relly ain't
How much you say
it's what you sy
I got no fuckin'
the b**** up put the gangsta twist on
Her sunny southern cal it never snows
N****s yellin' ha's and ho's we dumpin' out of 64's
When it comes to the gun
suckin' it up
So what you fussin' for? (what?)
And homey wait one second
Hold up a minute nigga you
Know I ain't checkin
I'm comin' up in this niggas
Up in
this bitch up at the Claremont Lounge (at the lounge)
The money's low, but I dare not scrounge (don't scrounge)
Cause I'll be right back (right back)
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