Lyrics:
a clock,time a tell, this nati boy live as hell like Channel 5,9,and 12, met a that behind the shell, she told me I was fine as hell, pulled off on my bike she
I fucked her for free
And now you walk around like somehow you got one up on me
Nigga please, this your brother part
This nigga found Soulja Boy's
man make
You not a man
I caught a vibe
I could tell by ya handshake
I got some fans
I’m on the rise
See I just stuck to the Plan A
I do my dance
Look in
to play wit
Now own ya debts
Boy ya better pay me
Hit the ground running all for the paper chase
More money to make
Putting em down wont hesitate
If coming
trippin'
You know you do it boy, so go on keep it pimpin'
I got that juicy fruit, certified bubble yum
He goin' down, chewin' on my bubble gum
are
Against saying what we want to say the right way
Ya know what I'm saying, so what we're gonna do
Is kick back, swing a little funky beat by my
are
Against saying what we want to say the right way
Y'know what I'm saying, so what we're gonna do
Is kick back, swing a little funky beat by my man
Seductively moving my body; now watch me rock my hips
Take a sip of the goose
I'm lookin' good and livin' lavish
Big boy pimpin', popin', dippin'
Now tell me
let's mingle my bitch wit da three some
I break on a bitch like I'm Sweet
Now she geeking
I gave her some sause if she leave I'm a hit
Death by
take together, bust and dip 'em
I know my nigga D-Tay, yeah he gon' stick 'em (Wha, Wha?!)
Guerilla, under-aged killa like myself
Fearin' nothin', no
make the cover of it
I'ma throw another fit
3: 00, I'm day fly, by night
I'm in another fit wake up wit a groupie
End my night off wit another bitch
I go
a commuter
Wit my young boy
You know he be shooting
He a hotboy
Like he lil tunechi
I been riding wit a drake
Like I'm future dats when I'm in the A
Tryna
it stay in my hand
Shawty you know that my money be long, I'm cool by the end of this song
Bout the smoke, so I'm lighting it up wit a bong
My brother
boy, oh boy
Me and yo' baby brother we keeps the rhythm
You'll always be our lil' nigga, and I know yo' mama miss ya
Picture the day when I get my
me
Boy these streets a fuck you over boy that bitch stay horny
Let's go
I be posted by my lonely can't let the devil harm me
Boy these streets a fuck
that shit out
Gotta climb through the doubt
Gotta fight through the pain
Got no time to say ouch
You could keep all the fame
Just don’t play wit my name
Double back, drop 26's under the H2
I'm a fool wit it, hoes be like I want him
Fresh dickie shirt over my tee with some bo's and tim's
I'm a Hot Boy, if
Ain't nobody tell me this but you did
Too much on my mind but I feel you can
Take this pain away make me a new man
I won't ever feel that this be
are
Against saying what we want to say the right way
Ya know what I'm saying, so what we're gonna do
Is kick back, swing a little funky beat by my
shit
I pray to God that they forgive me
Ain't too many solid ones that's rocking wit me
I be feeling like my potnas out to get me
I know these niggas
Not to mention I be crazy
You know 90s fucking babies
Hop out the bed and kiss my babies
Tell em mula mula baby
If you gettin guala on the daily
Holla
Jones is a pimp I got bitches on track
Send a hoe out on a mission, tell 'em break 'em, bring it back
Got a house in Hawaii, 'bout to, 'bout to buy
pistol go drop
Never go Mobb
When the 4-4 stop
Will a nigga get mopped
Fo restin' my knot
Tell 'em to get yo grill knocked out
You fuckin' wit
wit all this gave me they hate to cherish
But still I made it
A made nigga made by the game
Made for war
My aim is simple and plain
Yah wether
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