Lyrics:
It's the dream team bitch mr philadelphia
Philly in this bitch, Meek Million
Jalil Beats, holla at me
All I ever wanted was a
Million and a bad
Sayin' they were raised in the CPT (aha)
Just as I was, they try to be like me
Poppin' that shit, get the fuck out my face
Knowin' that they never even
tryin' to get on the bandwagon
Yeah Dre, I know what you're sayin' man, but let's tell 'em who we're
Talkin' about
WHAT DO YOU CALL A CREW THAT CAN
Trell came home I was on, everythang dat nigga throwed me it was gone
Lil ivy taught me bankrolls fuck a bitch (m.o.b) I got dis caine mayne
And I got
her freeze up
We know you not tough lil' boy, you need to ease up
Yeah, I know why they hate for real, they wanna be us
I'm throwin' F's, my C's up,
stressin' I guess you too pretty B
Facetime overseas 'cause I know that you miss me
Bad lil' shawty from France, dinner date in Shibuya Japan
Bad lil' shawty
people seem to call me lil ZiGZVCK
And i'm a BADWULF who hold up... Weezy
So where my bad bitches, lets get them drinks in the air
I wanna turn this bitch
or acrylic
No I ain't doing a bid but it's me who she visit
That's Kali M mr get the job done till she finish
Blinga bling bling you know the kid be shining
killing our own, that's why we gotta to stick together
I be damned if we don't fight, we've got to try this shit together
Dear Mr. President, you're
Fuck roun’ and get smoked
Make the lil mouse bleed (Rrrahh)
Calm in any situation
Influenced by the streets (La calle)
No leach in my campaign
All my
the one
I'm supposed, or used to be like
Have a lil' bit of hope, a lil' bit of trust in me
Have a lil' bit of patience that's enough for me
A lil' bit
Someday, it will all be over Someday, it will all be over
Is, we on the same page If you're really not, you can really go
Know I got some fuckin'
'm losing bad
I got a boy, dark child and don't know who the dad
That shit is sad but we pushing on through the struggle
Why bitches be up in the streets
earned it," ooh
Flowin' on the beat, you thought a mothafucka's surfin'
And it's feelin' like it's burnin'
Don't concern if I be merkin'
All the fake
cheap we know that but my niggas they gon ride
Ain't no hide and seek everybody up that fye
You ain't really outside you be in by 9
Yeah, I'm with DB
never turn down an offering
She shooting questions at me like a bottle rocket
I'm all answers like Mr Feeny talking
Older chick she be
Probably give me
Thinkin' bout they future, so he sparked up a career
Hit the road, a lil' reflection, leave that mirror in the rear
Now he back home, it's one thing to this
addicted to fake shit
If this was the matrix you would take the blue pill
I'm too real twenty minutes I would've left the movie theatre
Mr cage gone in
a G, Who gone carry me when I'm gone
Cuz my circle so small I'd rather be Alone
Gun came wit a safety button, I don't Leave it on damn
My bitch look like
jolly fuck Manny be snapping (Ay)
I feel like because you know I'm pimpin'
(Ay! Ay! Yeah)
Manny get the check pull up with Mrs clause
Up on the deck aye!
Ain't no love in the city and I don't care who fuck with me
Out the mud this shit get wicked catch me riding with a semi
I was blinded by emotions
crazy every day is a battle
Punk rock shit I be jamming to metal
We need three bad beezys that can match our level
I need three, whoo
Whose Mrs. Huxtable
the mice in cheese
Life's a be, Bentley and big bills
Bottles, biscuits, bitches, blunts, bad boys bodying pit bulls
Karate, black belt and I bring booze
smile
No need ta copy our styles
What chain't been popped in a while
[Lil' Wyte]
No more fuckin' around by now I'm fed up
I see your face has
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