Lyrics:
the bag and we gon flip it off top
I dare you get yo peeps involved and you gon get em all shot
I was raised by og's we dont never call cops
I be out
to the game, made my name, make a bang,
Red and blue, sus like A-mong, us, I can’t be choosing
I’m a quick, card clickin’, buzzer beater with the top spot
Baby que hay
Sorry que no te conteste estaba high
No quiero pelear contigo i don't wanna fight
Yo no tengo otras putas por ahi
Tu eres la unica by my
along, huh
Me, myself, and I ain't never stop
Ain't nobody else gon' take my spot
Making for the L's a nigga lost
L's a nigga lost, huh
Feelin' like
industry niggas shut the fuck up
Swear you know a nigga's shit by readin the Vibe
Well some faggit-ass reporter don, wrote in your life
I stop
c hammer and a nail, stacking them bails
I'm dog tired by the five o'clock hour
But I'm ready to raise some hell
cnd Jesse's getting ready, I
lean help me get slow
You would always tell me don't leave I wont
Take my heart I don't need my soul
Told her gotta leave by the morning
Your love I need
Intro - Sister Carol
Ah weh some likkle man ah go wid them tyad self
Yah Hear mi, Keeba send den back pon di shelf.ohhhhh
Nakeeba
Verse 1
Who
show you what that envy like
I’m back nigga ! I had to get back in my zone
I was gone tried to take my spot but I aint got no clone
I was homeless
your love so baby please don't get distant
If something on your mind then you can talk it out I'll listen
And I'll be by your side you know that baby I
it, I win it
The mission is music and rhythm
Rhythm backed by words, all in my system
System by techniques, techniques I got my heart in
Heart into
put me in it, I win it
The mission is music and rhythm
Rhythm backed by words, all in my system
System by techniques, techniques I got my heart in
Turn me up JB, MTV shit
Yeah, by Five o'clock we got the drop
By six o'clock we made the stop
By ten o'clock we on this block
I see them walkin'
Charge him with theft by takin' 'cause his drip stolen (pussy)
Trap spot in the neighborhood is 60 Rollin' (pussy)
Had to do CPR, I got your bitch
biggest of em all
If I shoot my shot it hit like Lonzo ball
Take care of da beef ain't nothin' but a call
Cuz it's big RSO In da spot
He jack beef and we
(Aye , aye )
Bitch this bow money
I got rich off Ps ain't fucked up bout no show money
I grab bitches by they necks and leave they throat running
I’m sitting in my bedroom
Looking for it, itching
She so sexy, she submissive
Beautiful with sun and kisses
Watching all the days go by while I
Better yet, you not
Why your sales so high? Cause they bought by a bots
Take some notes, young man, learn a lot by a jot
I can handle love and hate, those
Don't speak unless spoken to
But in this instant I just wanna talk
Don't come lookin for me if you thinkin that you got the spot
We put rip on your
the spots and
They will know her name
By the chalklines and the bloodstains
And the bloodstains
And the bloodstains
Yeah
Says she's doing fine but she gotta
Fuck them all
one by one
Το energy μoυ you
can't buy that
Οταν κάνουμε
walk in στο spot
Ολα τα μάτια
ειναι πάνω μας
Βλακες δεν είναι
σαν εμας
Βλακες
Got to make time for repentance
Used to spot Satan watch from a distance
Seen him in the rear but he dipped off
It was by the grace of God that we
to kirk out but you got a wet one by the water
Had to cool you off, scoffing often bought back to your senses, close call
To risk it all, fall to your
goodness me, I guess I brought 'em all
But when at last I got to Coney Island
And found myself a spot upon the sand
I noticed something strange, there
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