Lyrics:
yo, this is for dolo son
Yo, man, c'mon pass the blunt man (yo champ, champ, champ)
Yo, pass the blunt man (hold it man)
Wassup man? (yo, hold it
shit
And you ain't got no guns nigga you don't clap shit
Boy quit the acting you never fucked a bad bitch
And let me pass it back cause now I'm just
They get caught up in shit, now meet them faces of death
We let'em keep talkin' man they dog us man it's all the same
But what did we gain by givin'
Yeah
Boy it's Leo in this hoe
On My Way IV
They don't know
Nah, nah, nah, yea, well Leo tell 'em
Yea, aye, let's go
Hey, boy I'm 'gon rise
No matter
"Please pass the Backwood" (what?)
Trap boy Jack, I get the pack and run it back
What he say 'bout Guwop, stop the track, shit, run it back
Big bro was
wanna murder me
Tell him do sum bout it with the urgency
Quit cursing me
I shook em off I'm back in my ways
I seen it all came back in one day
I talked
red like T2
I'm about to shut it down
Tell them niggas reboot
Baby I could spend it all
It ain't shit to recoupe
In the building throwing money off
my bad
Had to tell that boy to come fight back
Had to tear him down, had to strike that
I did not get this far by caring bout their feelings
Bruh, I'm
town
I be fucking shit up in my old home town
If they moving kind of sus, I got to put 'em in the pound
And boy, I'm running out of gas, I got to pick
Thru these Cartier lenses
Can't see em like Stevie
Not locked in
You won't catch me
Speaking to niggas
Stay low got the pole
And I'm keeping it w
to Soulja Boy but...
This is Worldwide radio
We don't play no games
We gone keep it real slow
And let HWY BABY teach you what it is
He gone take you around
the industry
You high like me be Legit?
(it's all you Yuk.)
The highest niggaz in the industry
An when you see us backstage nigga
Pass that weed
Boys and girls
I remember in the 80's me and pops would rock
In a 7-0 Chevy with the drops in slot
Use to pass me Pepsi Cola while he drunk him
Boys and girls
I remember in the 80's me and pops would rock
In a 7-0 Chevy with the drops in slot
Use to pass me Pepsi Cola while he drunk him
friend and make ya'll go to war
Over this slim in the waist, cute in the face ass hoe
You used to lay the hoe dick down, but I'd give it to 'em sober
Them
sound hot
'Cause if you ain't a perfect ten, my sign is stop
It's twenty mother-crooked-fuckin' styles in 'em
Like women in denim, I'm in 'em for
with it, A?
Whatcha gonna do?
{Take em on back to the streets}
Akon [Chorus]:
I keep the 40 cal on my side
Steppin with the mindstate
walked by, tried to catch my eye
Had him on his tippy toes won't lie
Richgirl put em on a natural high
Now you wanna play it off
And act hard
It is what is
I got the chance
Life is clear as a window when you get by your past
Always beauty in the pains like mosaic glass
So let me tell them boys I love 'em
even hit the block
Lil kids running up when they hear the beat knock
Crank it to the max whenever I pass cops
Hearts keep a beat whenever the bass
don't know why
So I'ma have to let em know who you lil n***** owned by
U dance to my songs like a little cheerLeader
Now you want to be a rapper
But
rich as hell, you can tell by my new fit, boy
Yeah, you fucked that bitch, but she still gon' eat my dick, boy
If I shed a tear, tell the bro to shoot
on him
Rick Ross (Gross)
I don't play with this rap shit
I got no life, I stay in the attic
Fuck a rap career, I'm waiting to smash it
Soulja Boy you got
it'll pass you in,
and make them pussy niggaz get from round here
[Fel] Two shots, oh...
[Lay] And we gon ride, and we gon ride...
[Both] Bone Thugs, Mo
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