Lyrics:
Like a heavyweight
I done been down bad
Here come better days
Please don’t play wit us boy that’s for heavens sake
Kill the beat every time it’s
with Tell Me What ya need help with
Boy
I need some help with Homework
Bitch come do my Homework
I need some help with Homework
Bitch come do my
Big man from the 244,
Roll deep with the boys in a 4 by 4,
You’re dumb if ya come for war,
Whole fleet show up on your front door for sure,
Come and get it right now
Oh whoa
Come and get it right now, now
So baby come and get it right now, now, now
I can take you higher, then low,
boy$
Definition of a motherfuckin hotgirl
Do you see what I'm saying?
It's all gravy
If you fit the description
Then come on get with a nigga
I know I shouldn't have did that
I know it's come right back
I know it's' going to
Destroy everything I made
It's probably gon' get your boy sent
boys that know wat it is that comes with it knows wat a girl like to feel
I want a boy that can make mee
BLACKOUT BLACKOUT
Feels so good it makes
strings hittin' the beef gigga head
then leave the set, leave a beef gigga wet
jet
off the scene with the uptown fighter
red dot sighters
all week
and bad boy that.
And I fuck with daisy cause she living by the dollop.
All I hear is...
Bad boy this and bad boy that.
Til I, this well-crafted like
not require much, senor."
The boy was sleeping when the Priest left room eighteen.
He went back to his room and sat down on the bed.
Then it hit him
(Unhh!), Opa-Locka is real (Yeah!)
Off my dogs daddy dad, so wanna cook it on them pills
Dade County dope-boy, best believe I'm 'bout dat doe
Chose come
I was that boy with a dream
Out here making money, yeah
Then I had to change up my whole life,
I'm out here rolling with the King of kings
I figured
Then why you hatin'?
And if it ain't come from God, then
I know it came from Satan, boy!
And if it ain't 'bout salvation
Then it's 'bout your pride
Why
I'm on a mission for my
Riches it ain't about that
Then we can't talk
I can't trust nobody
Because y'all boys be moving off
So be riding by myself
Glock
and beaten into submission
By family, church, school and state.
From then on we're easy game for the powermongers.
Like pathetic circus dogs we hunt out
listen closer if you let the check speak
I keep fire cause niggas respect heat
Look, I spit fire then come up the best beats
I said I pull the spot from
says, "I'm sorry, Ak, don't kill me, I was jokin', griff"
That's why your boys are on my balcony and they're frozen stiff
The boy was shocked, then
He's a coldhearted snake lookin' into his eyes
Oh, oh he's been telling lies
He's a lover boy at play (no)
He don't play by the rules oh, oh (oh,
He's a coldhearted snake lookin' into his eyes
Oh, oh he's been telling lies
He's a lover boy at play (no)
He don't play by the rules oh, oh (oh,
Better Know man should've
Knew I never said it by mistake
My t-shirts make more money than your mixtape
I tell a boy Boy Better Know
It's money making
We gonna win get ready to zone in
Go hard or home then boy lift up ya own chin
This game ain't for suckers & Busters It's grown men
You don't want
a lick then I went and copped a Maybach
All shawty wanted was a dope boy (dope boy)
Never save a hoe like a lifeguard
And I got the molly by
First, I got a little bit of money
Then I multiplied by three
Thunder fire any broke ass bitch
You no fit reside by me
If you know you get checks
Come
soldiers
You come short in my hood, then you get delt with
We take head shots like Preacher Man, you want feel shit
We throw it off like them boys in Texas
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