Lyrics:
addicts who shoot up
In the veins of they feet
That shit gave us the jeepers creeps
But a nigga had to get it though
I wasn't a d-boy by choice I
Had to get
addicts who shoot up
In the veins of they feet
That shit gave us the jeepers creeps
But a nigga had to get it though
I wasn't a d-boy by choice I
Had to get
a sucker two in the head, or you'll be dead meat
I'm sendin' punks six feet deep
And gettin' money in lumps, cause this ain't Twenty-One Jump Street
Wake up
To the ghost of you
Lying next to me in this bed for two
You said so much by saying nothing at all
You just kicked me to the curb
And now I
better than call
Four-quarter, we down by two, bruh, if you don't, just hand me the ball
Your bitch phone buzzin', said your name, but nigga, I'm jammin'
Show on the autopsy
Went to see Papi, to cop me a brick
Asked for some consignment and he
Wasn't tryin to hear it
Smoking mad Newports cause I'm due in
grip
Im in love with her lips
I fell in love with the stick
I fell in love with the money
I fell in love with the bricks
I fell in love with
motherfuckin' extra lame
Here's the game, when I shoot seeds, your man can catch your brain
I'm like De Niro when he drove the taxi in the hallway
Shootin'
the lungs and I'm A-OK
Got the krypt get a rip if it's brick get away
We rollin' deep in the bus puffin' skunk by the eighths
It's Unexplanetory
Kottonmouth
2:30 in the muthafuckin' mornin', what the fuck you doin' out here?
Out here trappin' tryna get rid of this bomb and purp, man
Man you can come with me
The one and only, Britney
Yeah (yeah)
You ready B?
I think you're ready
1, 2, 3, 4
Uh
Oh no (here we go)
Catch me if you can (don't move too
the pink C-2, or the yellow 3-2-5
That's when I opened my eyes
I was dreamin', damn it was all a surprise
But it felt real, I hopped up in a wet chill
a better wage
So I could pay it
Become a boss, So I could O.K it
Priorities changed, had to stop music
Work 3 jobs to pay the debt
Get us back in the black,
own
You better get off
Run! Run! Forest, run!
This style of my life i adore
I’m gonna be dying alone
Another brick on the wall
Run! Run! Forest, run!
Brick after brick after brick
Until you get it gone
Gon change ya life take a dab
Get ya mind blown
He's one, he's two, he's four and three
He's
[Slim Thug][Hook: x 2]
When I hit the club all the girls show me love
While I'm at the bar, got drank by the jug
In the v.i.p with the chicks
[Slim Thug][Hook: x 2]
When I hit the club all the girls show me love
While I'm at the bar, got drank by the jug
In the v.i.p with the chicks
Turn around and lose pounds
Like I'm fucking Timbaland
By pounds, I mean in (beep)
Give it 'til he cop brick like
A wall with pig in it
And money coming
like Two-Three
I see what you niggas can't like a UV
I'm Franchise, just like the game mode on Madden
He paralyzed, turned that nigga into a cabbage
I
[Kool G Rap]
I know this chick, yo mami is rich, she push a six
Living some bloodshed, her man is pushing bricks
Crib way out in the sticks, they
in his heart
KC was dead by the 3rd one
That wasn't even Judy real spot
Judy lied to get his head knocked
Judy stayed in the 7th ward
About a block
We got some jalapeno poppers but it's not enough to stop her
Now that's a maintainer in an airtight container
Two solo cups in my hand; one
(yeah)
I was the first one hittin' that shit
She was the first one suckin' my dick
She hit the stores in the G-Wagen (yeah)
She tryna hop
in some codes
A camel is a ounce, a kufi is a brick
Tell him I need 5 kufis, and meet me on the strip
Yeah I know "Stafalla", but I'm tryna cop some
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