Lyrics:
many hearts in gaining laughter
Since I was 6 been aiming big like JB Danquah
Amazing bars I do it off the top Kwesi Arthur
Allah, K3j3 Tema besi Accra,
super head on swole,
She look just like a super stripper comin' down the pole,
Da duh duh, I used my super vision,
I can see shawty wanna leave with
top her head she go
Now suck dick till i curl my toes
In public she wanna fuck me with no clothes
Let's go
You turn me up like no other hoe
Playing
I aint tryna fight no bitch just to get a fucking case
Smokin dope with yo mates
On the gram looking fake
You got mad overweight
I get mad over head
it Roll it
Speaking on my name
But dont want smoke
Blow it
Lil shawty giving brain
For da fame on the low
Choke it
Gassed up, wit yo main
Overseas
the cost I ain't runnin off
I got all dis sauce it ain't rubbin off
Straight to the top then I'm jumpin off
Make way for the day
Yo, I'm here to stay
Set
lil bitch in the backseat like he was roddy
I had Tadoe at the same time I'm a hoe like Yo Gotti
I was fucking with Kaywee the realist Nigga to me
yo best of friends tryna snake you over some bread
Dis for my niggas in calipatria wit da spread
Gotta hold ya head I know you hangin on just by da
around, man
Jada, man
Whoever
Old n****, new n****
Wha!
Yo, yo, yo...
[Jadakiss]
Who really da best rapper since B.I.G. ain't here?
Y'all know da
Go head
Push me to da edge
Bet I off sumthin'
Find out where you play 'n come n scout sumthin'
See it in yo eyes
Yeen bout none
So if it's really war
the ghost of Biggie
My mind state
Like the crime rate
I think I'm John Gotti
Hit niggaz in the head, with that all red Ferrari
Like the black Liberace
the ghost of Biggie
My mind state
Like the crime rate
I think I'm John Gotti
Hit niggaz in the head, with that all red Ferrari
Like the black Liberace
top
I move like da cartel
Link up we aint talkin on cells
You know I get tha pack by tha mail
Fed Ex leave da pack by tha stairs
Know dis shit gettin
the BOSS
She grab her ANKLES, and BEND it over AND I’m in Awe YOP
SHEs a 20 outta 10 BUT no I didn’t hit that work RAW YOP
She suck it daz off top YOP SHE
I set a new trend , I ain't even need no help
Now yo bitch head below my belt
Dis gas I smoke on top of the shelf
Won't front like I ain't need
i'll need summo
You know Jay gettin off that dope
Wake up brush my teeth, Then grab my pole now I'm ready to go
Got all the old heads on the block saying
stand on yo own 10
Let off 25 shots Got me feeling like Ben Simmons
These rubberbands steady popping my pockets be fulla knots
Post up on da block
can't quit, 'cause we on da grind [Daz (Kurupt)] Yo! (Gangstafied back on the block) Straight up D-A-Z, K-you-are-you-P-T Doin' it like usual, you know
Sleeping with da pistol By my head
Draw quick and hit em in his chromosome
Mama crying cause he didn't
Make it home dat night
Better watch what you say round
I don't wanna kuff her
I swear I don't trust her I think she might cheat
Dis one luh bihh gangsta but dis luh bihh stay by da ops
I be risking my
head
Mm here we go again man I'm off my meds
It's seven fifty-seven so it's time to take flight
I'll have a fly ass track by the end of the night
I'm
Charge off da cred, dat shit gets nollied
Dropping off da trick like da bitch gets ollied
Uber Lyft it like super dick, mami
Move her hips in, like
Chevy on my head rest how ya feel? I feel good
Chrome exhaust with the leather in the wood
Flip flop candy drop mj's wit da socks
Dope boy get fresh
can ride inside this drop-head
Ups with this chop I’ll get em boxed in
Get yo goofy ass knocked right out them top 10
Since y’all bang the same shit
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