Lyrics:
team by lengthless shoulders
Search the morning ground
Reach for the life bread
As I search for corners
Tired of the wide
I've been hissing
braids (In her braids)
Leave her legless on the covers
Feeding semen off a plate (Off a plate)
Dumping rodents in the gutters out
In public off the drank
Chain Hanging
Gang Banging
Braids Swinging
Things Waving
Lames Singing
Things Changes
Man I pray Gods Amazing
Say my Grace then Say my Amen
run a thug get low down
You don't want to get nutted cause' nigga you gonna get bloody
once you see the braids and skully
Cuttin' that throat when
(woo!)
Pour my lean and juice
Braid my hair like Snoop (yeah!)
Glidin' in my coupe
Ain't no bitch like you
Riders with me too
Die and live by you
that "B" shit
By the way, I love free shit
But nothing in life is free
Not even free shit
Anyway
I'm in Miami, man, I'm prolly in the shade
Since my hair
population town,
Made my money by cutting grass,
Got fired by fried chicken ass,
All in a small town, Napanee.
You know I always stay up without sleepin'
hoodie for my baby headtop
Ride that bitch by her braids (by her braids)
He never come outside when the light's out, we done scared him straight
burns like acid
I'm a complete analyzer of your entire eye
Gave ya the tone to tour, to walk on by
I'm the insect in your pie, the hair to your lie
ah)
The Ace of Spades sipper, yay dealer
Pray five times a day, get on the wave, nigga (ayy, ayy, ah)
Baddest bitch you ever seen doin' my braids
Kaw-liga was a wooden Indian standing by the door.
He fell in love with an Indian maiden over in the antique store.
Kaw-liga just stood there
Kaw-Liga was a wooden Indian
Standin' over by the door
Fell in love with a Chocktaw maid
Over in the Georgia store
Kaw-Liga, ooh
Standin'
But seas between us braid hae roared
Sin' auld lang syne.
For auld lang syne, my dear,
For auld lang syne,
We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet,
For
times, man I'm high already
I like that girl with them braids and them high-top Chevys
Got that bump for stick-up, Starter and the big boy chest
Tried
[Snoop Dogg]
Eastside
Yeah
Fell good we got homeboyz out there that look out for
That's on the real
I mean the real homeboy it's hard to come by
got Raid
Pest control on a 'em, they got sprayed
The day you can picture givin' cops names
The day that you can picture A$AP Rocky without braids
nigga used to play curls
Now they playin' braids
And in my crib I got a
Elevator fuckin' with these hoes heads
With alligator pillowcases in my bed
I got
three gangstas in a Cadillac
With TV's, CD's, some weed and three weeks
Chucks and French braids, blunts and gold chains
Hats and white T's, fag acts
Aye
I do this shit by myself
Aye I do this shit by myself
I do it big
I get a bag
Aye
I do this shit by myself
Lil shorty thick
Lil shorty bad
and things change
With strange haids of braids shade?
Switch place life and life plays with thumb pain?
Does and untrues, the mobb leaves no clues
In
Fuck you gon' stand next to a nigga like me that really do it
And you don't do it?
The fuck from by me, man
Hello, motherfucker, what's my name?
Kaw-Liga was a wooden Indian, standin' by the door
He fell in love with an indian maid, over in the antique store
Kaw-Liga, ooh
Just stood there,
Kaw-Liga was a wooden Indian
Standin' over by the door
Fell in love with a Chocktaw maid
Over in the Georgia store
Kaw-Liga, ooh
Standin' there,
A motherfucker like me handles a bid like a jacket
Strap it on my back, niggaz ain't built like me
And by the end, niggaz was like "Yo, why you killed Mike,
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