Lyrics:
Dear Slim, I wrote you but you still ain't callin'
I left my cell, my pager, and my home phone at the bottom
I sent two letters back in autumn, you
phone at the bottom
I sent two letters back in autumn, you must not've got 'em
There probably was a problem at the post office or somethin'
Sometimes I
phone at the bottom
I sent two letters back in autumn, you must not've got 'em
There probably was a problem at the post office or somethin'
Sometimes I
bought her a computer
I might fuck a bitch with no ankles
But I still maneuver no mobile banking
I'ma fuck around and rob the Uber
I just saw my Uber
Now I
wig cooked when I'm done
{Lil Wayne}
now hold up be -Geezy, what seems to be the blood clot?
is it enough for me to go shoot up them drug
feat. Lil Zane, Montell Jordan
Intro [T-Bone (Lil Zane)]
Ahh, for shiggity
Mr. Boney Bone Corleone, Lil Zane
And the one and only busta
(Oh)
And he tried 2 rob me
(Muthafucker, mm)
And he was chokin' me, right?
'cause, 'cause he didn't have no gun
Do you hear that shit?
Lucky 4 me,
not tempt me lil bitch
I'm not in the mood
Bitch I got problem on problem
U can do nothin' 2 solve em
He fuck wit me, imma rob em
He fuck wit us then we
fakers acting like they gon' shoot somethin
The coupe that I copped the other day was 2 somethin
If I mash on the gas that bitch go bout 2 somethin
Young
blow?"
I guess we'll just really never know, hm
I guess we'll just really never know, huh
I rob that boy, pop 'em, get him gone, huh
I catch that boy, rock
Can you feel it?
Can you feel it?
Can you feel it?
Nothin' can save ya
I mean crabbin', played out by backstabbin'; I feel like tyin'
get peeled
In the car by one, by two, he killed
By four I booked and flew the jet
On the way LA while on a Lear
She on me bad, so what it is?
Grip
Yeah, check it
Yo yeah I smoke weed now I don't give a fuck
And I also tote guns in case my dram pop up
It's crew love I spit two at every few
(By)
(Walk on by)
(Walk on by)
(Walk on by)
(Walk on by)
Yeah, bitch, I said what I said
I'd rather be famous instead
I let all that get
(By)
(Walk on by)
(Walk on by)
(Walk on by)
(Walk on by)
Yeah, bitch, I said what I said
I'd rather be famous instead
I let all that get
(By)
(Walk on by)
(Walk on by)
(Walk on by)
(Walk on by)
Yeah, bitch, I said what I said
I'd rather be famous instead
I let all that get
When you getting them bands with niggas who done planned with ya
Gotta watch for the snakes cause they’ll try to hang with ya
How you gone try to rob
what'cha gon' do now?
(What we're gonna do right here is go way back)
How far you goin' back? (Way back)
"As we go a lil' somethin' like this"—hit it!
somethin' make sure you hear it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin'
Our music keeps you movin' what are you provin'?
You know that I'm two
the soda)
Puffin somethin wit a odor babyyy yeah
Tell me all ya fantasies
What you wanna do
Get em by da 2
Pimpin really nothin new
Fuck em by da pair
front pages
Young niggas catching bodies, ain't no relations
I was stacking Ben Franks in Labasa, Fiji
They rob you two times in a row, that's a repeat
your soul He take
Then I hip into the rob for my Fam I just got 'I'm, nigga
[Chorus x2]
[Outro: Brooklyn Zoo {Popa Chief}]
Yeah yeah, huh huh
Calhoun]
Swervin', servin', bouncin' the buttons
like 5 5 9 truck somethin'
Two glock nines round dumpin'
round my hip strap ain't jumpin'
Keep my bitch
One for the money yes uhh two for the show
A couple of years ago on Headland and Delowe
Was the start of somethin good
Where me and my nigga rodes
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