Lyrics:
to this
Puna boy anthem
Aloha Mai Kākou
Shot out to the homeboy Bo
And everyone putting on for they're home
From the P-U-N-A to the H-I-L-O
I was born
'em (big boy)
I leave 'em strapped and laced and come up out 'em (big boy)
The last person that touched 'em, I been shot 'em (big boy)
Now if you
But I
Can only read fax by candlelight
Dead technology
Oh baby be flip phone cause I
Will always be your game-boy
But I
can only read fax by candlelight
Yea we out here
Shocked we made it call me Pikachu
What it do
Got my pick of bitches
I’ll take you and you
Never dimes only fives
Hoe you know I
Game would say
"Hi!"s name in that manner
Many years went by
Still no legitimate answer
Anyway, I put out a mixtape in 12th grade
Hub City threat, minor
a winter pizza boy delivering with just a t shirt in the middle of winter my lips quivering
Nigger rings out the mouth
Of the south whites
Who don't
Flea
Comin out the 3, cuttin hairs with that boy J-o-e
Yeah that nigga Joe
I done came through, Big Moe never been no hoe
I'm up on this tape, never
they OGs
A straight up pussy and claims that he knows me
You see I, putting out these DVDs
Now my shit done hit the streets, he gots to squat the pee
and I want it
Hold my body boy, pull me close
One by one
You have taken me higher
We got no Bic or no lighter
Think I'm ready, I'm letting go
One
or eyeliner and stuff
On the bathroom sink theres onli 1 toothbrush
Theres only 1 face wash
Theres only 1 sponge
On the table by the stove theres a note
same color as butter
When I ride by, niggaz be like damn I can't believe it's butter
Believe me dog I ain't never gotta spit
Iced-out grill that says
handle my business
Any city, any town, touch down, I do my thing
I'm a hustler, baby, I provide by any means
I'm a great conversation, you should know
handle my business
Any city, any town, touch down, I do my thing
I'm a hustler, baby, I provide by any means
I'm a great conversation, you should know
It smell like blue cheese
We get that paper by the loose leaf
Trying to cop a Maybach
You still buying Lucy's
Different page with the flow
I don't even
air forces white tank and shit
Ain't nothing soft on boy stop thankin' it
I got a trophy at the playa ball banquet
This bank I get style we all that
leaving me no choice, but to raise these three kids all by myself
I will not wait for you
A gift
To come home
I threw the candles out
Left your food
that's the only thing
I've gotten to a very good place
Though all of my friends and mentors in the
Game have been reaching out to me trying
To encourage
Say what you want to say
But, motherfucker, I'm still Flosja, dude
Fake all
Fucking with the boy, get your face cut
Then I ride by with your bitch, she
business
Any city any town - touch down I do my thing
I'm a hustler, baby, I provide by any means
I'm a great conversationist
You should know what I'm about
catch em at night
Send his soul flying yeah just like a kite do
That boy gone see what that light bout
Trapping I never got caught by the jakes
Nigga I
Ever since I was a young boy
I would fall for women like you
And even now that I'm a grown man
I'm still in love with the tricks that you can do
I
gnarly
Got that cottonmouth so I'm sippin' on Starry
Only toke never snortin' on Charlie (nah)
(Aye, your turn Connor)
(Fire on that shit boy)
Freak in
Cuz I need me that bag and I need me them keys
Young trey big boy now he AP
Used to wanna cop the rollie I was only sixteen
now every day we
love our music slowed down by screw
[Lil' Flip]
Down south lil flip wreckin all these boys
Major labels don't even wanna call these boys
[Lil' Flip]
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