Lyrics:
never do it for wealth yeah
Imma keep it real
Imma do me give a fuck how you feel
Realest in my city by now you know the deal
Imma be the one whose
till I go talk yes I do
Boys who dey jealous won stress by boo
And if a nigga tries he dey vex my goons
S3 wo nim Tema boys wey dey pet my boo
She biz
"Hey theres kids outside
Please come by
I'm scared they’ll get my kids high"
When the cops pulled up I didn’t know why
I was high out of my mind
That's
who love themself
Get sprung Get Strong and Focus right
Music is my ride or die
Never gonna live my side
Can't even do no wrong
When i write all my
Not for me, so much in this game, in this biz, it's not for me
But it doesn't mean I ain't gonna do what I'm doing, it sure don't stop me
I'm on it,
off
I handle biz
Yeah the biz I handle
I do it get it done
And be back around
No back down
Make her juke it
And twerk it for me
Turnt up and nothing
Facts (Eat)
By: Luvinnia Flowers
Facts eat. Twenty nineteen eat
We steppin in like this
im bout da talk my shit man nigga no hooks in between
from Chanel
Issey Miyake, smellin' up my Kawasaki
Jawns by Versace all them joints by Jockey
Clock me workin' real hard for a nickel
He drive a tricycle
looking for a friend
Maybe you could swing by my room around 10
Baby bring a lemon and a bottle of gin
We'll be in between the sheets 'til the late AM
Baby
a loop, ain't none of us know what to do
And at the time I was goin' through my own struggles too
So I wasn't in no condition to be coachin' us through
to the guys I had to hide
Sorry to the girls I had to lie to
Who ain't need to know if I was by the lake switchin' tides, too
Anyway, I don't wanna talk
What kind of bitch do you want
A bitch that's right by your side
What kind of bitch do you need
A bitch that's ready to ride
What kind of bitch do
And murder is what I do to
These Just Blazes, Kanyes, shit on Swizz, I handle my biz
The whole world know what I do to Dre's shit
Niggas know I'm classic, I
Just Blazes, Kanyes, shit on Swizz, I handle my biz
The whole world know what I do to Dre's shit
Niggas know I'm classic, I ain't even gotta say shit
And murder is what I do to
These Just Blazes, Kanyes, shit on Swizz, I handle my biz
The whole world know what I do to Dre's shit
Niggas know I'm classic, I
Me and my crew in a little tour show
Learned to flip the door with the money we've got.
The blocks stay hot getting knocked it's on
Till one by
the floozy
Do em like Jackson, sweep em up by the twozies
No brain Brings the Pain like Tical
when I get buckwild and move my dial on your style
You kick
the wires,
And then he'll be layin', right by the preacher and the choir,
Catch um before I do, T.I. go and handle your biz,
When you see me holler at me
Ha ha ha ha ha, check out this bizarre
Rapper style used by me, the B.I.G
I put my key, you put your key in, money we'll be seein'
Will reach
come up like Guy, won't put my biz in the street
All I can say is that the jack made my life complete
Fifty-four thousand, the cash he left with
the lead
"I blood clot, chop ya leg"
Do not fuck with the kid
I get biz wit the cigg
I come where you live
Ya dead!
[Chorus]
You can call this my
you gone die with the 忍び
忍者 Want know where do I go
Thinking I'm out in 兵庫 on the low
I be moving in 神戸 by the bay
You can say what you say but get
on somebody
Somebody gon' do that shit man shake it Ricky Bobby
I might just go and do that dance dance by myself
I might just go and get that Benz all by
Eles falam de mim, de tudo o resto
Eles fala do Trap, que eu não presto
Fuck off eu não durmo, estou no manifesto
Na boca do mundo, boy tipo a peste
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