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of Death"
Play, "Stella by Starlight" for Lady Macbeth
Don't worry, Mr. President, help's on the way
Your brothers are coming, there'll be hell to pay
People wonder why I ain't runnin' from nothin'
'Cause my momma wit' the shits, and my big brothers was thuggin', nigga
I used to try to thug it
doin' is somethin' a nigga not doin'
I grew up to Em, B.I.G., and Pac bitch, and got ruined
So until I got the same crib B.I.G. had in that Juicy vid
money out the ass hole
Big money big stuntin' how the game go
New benz new hummer with the tag low
Shake your body get them dollars off the dance floor
or sumthin'
Man y'all ain't even gotta pay something
'Cause for free I'ma drive her crazy
[Chorus]
I ain't got nothing but money out the azz hole
Big
calamari
Boy good luck ain't talking charlie
.45 waist, ride with a K
Let it off, spray
Bitch don't call me yo bae (Yea yea)
Riding around with a big big
People they say I'm crazy
U know better just better pay me
And don't play me crazy
Ruger in my pocket I feel like James Bond Yeee
Be damn if u get
the heir to the throne
Now I got check writers, ears to the phone
Meetings with big businessmen in other timezones
Chrome registered guns, two educated
tryin' to get by
I stutter step like rats no cool gats
Frenchise my brother this man can pull stacks
Perhaps, your plan to go plat' just went splat
Your
through your projects, crime pays
Matched up in a staircase, in a dark place embraced
By the trey-eight, I'm in so deep I can't escape
These crime
the shaders
Live from the cracks of the concrete
12 try to take a nigga off the street
Make the gun sound now for Mike Brown
Take a nigga life when you
the back of the apartment where they be selling ganja,
but beware of the AK held by HM Thomas,
son gotta keep him high in them bottoms or some old
the back of the apartment where they be selling ganja,
but beware of the AK held by HM Thomas,
son gotta keep him high in them bottoms or some old
Every day I tell my parents when they get old
Ima make sure that I pay em back ten fold
Student loans, credit cards, but no bills paid
I keep
Pourin' up Wock' by the liter
I never sip Act'
Gas to the green like it's Easter
I'm countin' big racks
Jugg him, he can't get his shit back
I made
a 'Rari off Percocets, Za, and Wock'
M&M how we live nigga all nuts no chocolate
Money murder he motto, still can pay me for a body
Got every gun in
to chose them
Made improvements
Now I make big boy movements
Bad boy momentum
Bad boys in the mentions
Not to mention the dms or the girls that send em
Black
to it
This is dirt city music
Yeah
Shortly hit the store had to buy a gun shortly wanna make it to see 21
Or 2021 if it comes first
Don't want his momma
I'm my momma son ion for nun
When I get my glock she gon hold my gun
Bitch ima be rich before 21
Pearls on my neck this shit weigh a ton
(Felt like i
R-I-P, pledge to always spit truth
I'm a savage, 21, gun salute
Ambition of a rider when I'm in the booth
With me and him, it's more than a group
Moves too
on a quarter bitch that's 2 80s
Nigga trynna get a gram cuz he can't afford a 8fy
If you want me on yo song bitch you gotta pay me
I don't do shit for free nigga
R-I-P, pledge to always spit truth
I'm a savage, 21, gun salute
Ambition of a rider when I'm in the booth
With me and him, it's more than a group
Moves too
way too sexy, that's a compliment
Dinoo, the cock so damn big, she can't handle it
I'm a trap boy, but I be ballin' on some classy shit
Standin' on my
way too sexy, that's a compliment
Dinoo, the cock so damn big, she can't handle it
I'm a trap boy, but I be ballin' on some classy shit
Standin' on my
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