Lyrics:
They texting they sorry for ties
That switch hit his ass by surprise
Get that bitch out of my life
One of you bitches gon' die
Do not reach for my
we still breakin' them bops
Beep-beep goes my page when I pass by her house
Know what I'm talkin bout, ain't no remedy for that
Lovin this cool cat,
Duck and dive when these bells get spreaded
Fatal wounds and they can't get mended, mended
If it weren't done by gang
It was done by the 3rd or my
Oh yeah I have to say it, please pardon my language
Excuse my french or whatever these fuckers now be saying
Almost famous noticed by ratchetness
up, in my rag Chevrolet
[W.G.]
Nigga please, playas get chosed off top
These niggaz be loving bops, I just stop and watch
I ain't tripping, cause
you're a lucky boy
This recipe yeah you know me
This 5-piece band called LBC
Rest of the world passes by saying the world does not revolve around you
again, yo
I might S, no bop in the mains and watch him divert the traffic
Your boy got touched and you didn't do nothing (uh)
Man, I hear you just
no Mase
Wait , hold up wait a minute, what you say
Back it up, give me space
Who that, Nicole Wray
By the way, DJ, better play all day
Make the whole
the butter
I'm soft and hard, never st-stutter
raised by the suburbs in city asylum
graffiti painted proverbs of the fire island
I'm dialing the numbers
a boy
I was told by a friend of my dad
(What'd he say?)
He said, "Son, when you get yourself an old lady
Just make sure she's got bigger jugs than you
that I do's about a buck
Or by the book
If it ain't the rich and famous
Y'all about afraid to look
If you don't trust in God, you're just a cog
Could be
we diddy-bop
I tried to leave the game, but it cost a lot
They always tell you, "Read the small print"
They said, "Love is free until you're getting
rec'
How you smokin' my dead and
I don't got no dead
They know my bop, Mr everything Dead
She wanna come over, I left her on read
(What the fuck?) niggas
(Grrah, grrah)
Hearin' rumors 'bout things that I did
That I don't evеn know
Like I must be unconscious (Woo)
You see how I bop differеnt
They is not
doubt you do, I'm down to drop
My album soon that's bound to
Flop then down a few
And Mounty Bop around the room without a top
I'm out of tune and out
from a sippy cup
Got an aux lead and a Biggie bop
(Let's turn it up)
Pole dance on a candy cane
Turbulence on my jet plane
Let's duplicate, don't
I used to hit the booth with my line kicking
If I hit the other side
that's fried chicken
Gotta get him by himself
They won’t grind with him
Till
these bops get me
But I still take my time like
I brought my watch with me
I spit it for the hood I
Ain't like them pop sissies
You's a damn liar if you
the highest
I'm rambling by
Scramble my egg's as I wake and bake
Trying to be better than Hov
As good as Tech N9ne at every
Show, I'm losing my mind, let me
dialin'
You support a nigga guess they
Call it dick ridin'
Surrounded by drug dealers I was misguided
Tell the girl it wasn't love
We was big vibing oou
How
This shit Mighty Prince, boy
Sherman Oaks by the hillside
Urban folk from the 6ix side
Burning smoke from a bridge site
Serving big lines
to a opp
Just came off tour with Hus
Money stack long so we Lean and Bop
Now I'm just killin', we're bringing my team up
Don't give me a reason,
we guard the death so no one can record you
Them man are bystanders, they ain't bad by my standards
There's no playback on payback
I've seen so many
from the bottom where half these cats are deceitful
Where niggas drive by and double back like the sequel
Lethal, I'm the goat, rappers should take
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