Lyrics:
respect, I hop in the coupe
Land in the jet
Bitches can't keep their hands out my sweats
G-Unit
New York City is the ground I'm stompin'
And I'm in LA wit'
cream of the crop, creme de la creme
Spent years buildin' with cats in the streets, so they my men
Again, Gang Starr has done it
Remember too much
I done lost count of all the
Bitches that I fucked on IG
Life gave me lemons and I put
Them lemons in my hot tea
Wake up in the morning look outside
playing shit
I just can't relate wit it
Bitch you okay with just staying in place and shit
Got me red in the face in this Hoe
I am on a mission out to Pluto
of them
I'm red hot off the top like JJ's twin
I'm in the Lion's Den with some tigers and
I'll feed you to them like Carol Baskin did
But I'm not your
I seen her eyes now your girl she wanna chill wanna chill at
Wanna be with a real one
That's by me by me
I stay molly gwapped in that key big tree
I just made a G today
Kids still walking to school, I need a brake
Its 8:15 in NY, Somebody no eats in Bed Stuy
Pull out that milk carton for Geda K
sucked
When I was on the couch
My nigga walked in
He said that hoe was stout
I hit it from the back
My nigga took her mouth
By love real my nig
the struggle
made so much money now you’re in trouble made it to the goal line straight out the huddle now I’m burning rubber on the i8 on a daily if you didn’t
I'm sittin in tha cut, smokin on wha?
Hataz betta watch out for tha butt
I bring it to ya, wha? Bring it from ya head to ya wha?
Yea, I'm real wit
can tell by the cars I drive, I got money
In the city where I am from, I stay hungry
I'm certified as a real gangsta
Hating on Rum will get your ass
fresh form out of town
Just breezed in, so I thought I'd take a look around
And find a party where the vibe is right
I'm talkin' maybe meet a honey,
hold out glocks
It's the brick-copper, the L-sharper
645 NASCAR driver that's known to spit lava
I'm in Cancun, with a model in the bedroom
Her pussy
hold out glocks
It's the brick-copper, the L-sharper
645 NASCAR driver that's known to spit lava
I'm in Cancun, with a model in the bedroom
Her pussy
Fuck it, H-A-T-E- M-E do that
Your whispers don't reach me, I'm somewhere getting blew back
I'm probably in a blue lac, or maybe in a red jag,
Bros gon slide like Cha Cha
Avianne chain it's water (What)
Might pop up like voila (Uh)
Pouring out henny by the liter
She a bad vibe, real keeper
Send him sixty then we send him forty
Left the block hot
On the dark web punching like
I'm Oscar De La Hoya
Got my bitch at the brib
Throwing lobster in
within the sin, the terrorism
Possessed by evil spirits, voices from the dead
I come forth with Gravediggaz, in a head full of dread
I've been examined
within the sin, the terrorism
Possessed by evil spirits, voices from the dead
I come forth with Gravediggaz, in a head full of dread
I've been examined
I'm not
I'm amazed by her ways do she even know she hot
Is it her or her past that's humbled
Don't ask just wonder
No gas before running out
Time really
to hold you back
But the pussy so good, you keep goin' back
Heard when your main man turned rat
Make the whole La Familia turn hot like that (aw, man)
BLWYRMND
This that drive-by
This that Shawty Lo in Impala
Hello out the whip with the clip
Make you bye bye
Roll the windows up, hotbox, smokin' la
on you-you-you,
Make a sound, or two just like...
So sweet like honey, so funny,
But a hardbody on the outside, Mike, and Ike
It's hot outside, in a minute it's
women On the first floor headed up my Way, yo
T-G-I-C in this bitch shouting Out L.A., now we out in L.A
Room 262, we ain't gotta tell Names
What's your
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