Lyrics:
forever baby
Always by yours side
You’ve got your life stalling in neutral
I’m kicking mine into overdrive
CHORUS 1:
You thought you’d keep me down
& breast
Man, how could I lose?
And it features a King's feast
Serving tequila's with the entrees
Sun-tanning by the beach
Filled with Serena's & Beyonce's!
That was Hav' brother, we called 'em Killa
Killa had an obsession for popping unexpected
He would just pop off when
You wouldn't expect it
High shot 'em
impressed by the cost I can serve it to the Fiends
Getting dressed don't cost when you own everything
Ima blessed up broke boy all my people eat
Ima blessed
Wake up, wake up, wake up, it's Luh Sewell birthday, get up, what you doing
Aight, yeah, damn, damn
I just turned 19 and I'm still tryna get some
when you catch a sneak peak
It's not the first time I shed blood out on the street
But the way they taped it off, it was like a murder scene, ah
ass
You better watch yo self, I'm tight slick
with a nice size, lemme see you work it
She full of suckin' in public
Ol' Dirty Bastard use it on a visit
socks
Ion got no bread, just a stomach full of knots
And a lil' bit of wordplay, ain't that shit a shock?
Baby it's the third date, can we tie the knot?
Inhalin' ganja smoke
Countin' mad CREAM, weighin' tons of coke
Guarded by thugs and Rottweilers
I flood the streets with
Drugs and clock dollaz
Niggas get
we both cried
You got that full ride to university
You had to do what you had to do
And we both knew it was the end of me
We wrote "we miss you
Yea
Jayhood, Lila
FNIGN Volume 3
You know what we doing
We Back, in full effect
Bout to fuck the streets up
Yea
Real shit
Look, uh look
Woke up this
seems so unfair
What do I see wandering the streets?
Crying like babies and lost to deceit
Of the lies they watch upon their TV's
Look at what this life
for my set
Big B sitting on my chest for the best
Headed to the East, raised in the West
In them streets I think you need a cage and a vest
Ducking
nun I’m too player my uncle Block told me that make it make sense it’s just rules to the bag
Four pockets full Lil Baby I can meet yo satisfaction
Love it when the plug hits me with new flavours
Shake my head like oh man
Gassed by no gang
I roll around on my own I'm my own man
They like to stunt
I hit my plug
I hit my plug, and they say he got the pack
Kick it to ya brodee, yeah, and I'ma run
it back
Bitch, get off my back, I think you
a lotta fucking brothers yeah
A store on every corner
City full of foreigners
Plenty hoes no way you ain’t fucking someone daughter
We out here in Florida
behind us
Those pier lights, our carnival life forever
Oh, love me tonight, for I may never see you again
Hey, Sandy girl... my baby
Now the greasers,
to sleep
Then I'm on the creep
Back into these streets
To supply the fiends
Got to make these Benjamins
That's thug mentality
Gotta stack by any means
Even
nugget. Full court aiming for my goal, chug it. Whole crowd screaming like woah bucket. Big glock uniform clothes, tuck it. Nigga know these streets get
set sail before I got swallowed
By the streets late nights sitting on the front of ah brown stone plastic pistols bullets under the pillow.
Og told
on my floor or delivery front door (there you go)
I bring it to y'all motherfuckers master yours
My disaster cause Hell in gas drawls
The supervillain
on my floor or delivery front door (there you go)
I bring it to y'all motherfuckers master yours
My disaster cause Hell in gas drawls
The supervillain
I love them boosters, they love them boosters
You should love them too, even if they don't know ya
They'll get it for ya like a whole outfit or shoe
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