Lyrics:
CENT but you know what I meant
Uh lace ya shoes up cause I'm onto ya
R Double O is the ruler never long enough
They better sign the boy
Cause if you
of feminine
Study the Spanish language if ya'll don't get the reference
I promise I'm confident in my craft, my pen is 10
If they want the smoke ok I'm
niggahs on stand by[00:50.46]I don't fuck with many, I'm anti[00:52.43]Known to put a rap bitch in a hand tie[00:54.43]I'm taking over. Landslide[00:56.31]I
washed this, smells like R. Kelly's sheets
(Piss)
But shit, it was ninety-nine cents! (Bag it)
Coppin' it, washin' it, 'bout to go and get some compliments
shoulda washed this, smells like R. Kelly's sheets
(Piiisssssss)
But shit, it was ninety-nine cents! (Bag it)
Coppin' it, washin' it, 'bout to go and get
We send them big trucks way up in the air
And snatch up big booty Bettys by the pair
My boys and dem boys really don't compare
Country boy, city
Get that money up mofucka
Aye that's infamous y'all
Piecing rhymes like jigsaws
Never have you seen us
Get as live as we are
Pulling up in a Beamer?
I just wanna talk to ya
I just want your attention
Gotta change a couple things
I guess something is missing
What a boy gotta do just to get all this
dream got her wishing
Number twelve gon lock up fifty-seven six
That you know blocked up fourteen and fifty--two
What a duo
Ten gon run by and say you
I'm protected not by weapons
But I keep that Smith and Weston
Cause I know this shit get deadly
I been runnin' up digits
Stayin' down in dope boy
to the fuckin' ground
Yeah, that's yo' bitch and she givin' me 50 rounds
Run up, I empty the clip, I got 50 rounds
.40 colt catchin' him slippin', we get him down
Talk to me man
This ya boy Young Hova, yo turn the motherfucking noise up
We'll get right into the proceedings this evening
Headphones are
She told me that she single (yeah)
She told me (hey) finders keepers (yeah)
She ain't gon' start 'til she get it
Holla back girl, now she with it
seconds, I'm beggin' ya
Bitch, I spint that boy, murder on my mind
If that boy ever get out of prison, I'ma slide, I ain't lyin
All the opps mad, they know
imprisonment can get a lot of brothers down
Spent a night in jail cause he wanna clown around
Bitch got guilty so he's facing jail time now
Still write ya
crammed by the belt 'cause
Niggas will get to creepin'
My niggas will grip them
Heaters and squeeze em
You in the freezer, pussy
Like an Ellios Pizza
You
to admit it
I'm curious about you, you seem so innocent
You wanna get in my world, get lost in it
Boy, I'm tired of running, let's walk for a minute (hey)
5:45
Bitch I'm smoking
My Tongue hanging out
While I'm rollin Tryna focus
5-0 My grind
While lil shorti stay hittin' my line
I'm just tyyna get mines
you n ask you again
I don’t play tough on the internet
50 niggaz Fr let’s get into dat
Boy these tatts ain’t for style this the shit that I push, Highly
Had to drop them little boys off they was dead weight
Got to get my Pockets right and keep my head straight
Cali where it's at I will really call you
Talkin Shit, I Kidnap And Ducktape You
Let Them Faggots Rape You
Then It's Back To Mississippi, If Ya Boys Want Revenge
Tell Them Bitches Come And Get
audio drive by's
And gang shootings that you yourself have
Become numb to the pain like me.
And you, check this out, have become
Insane from overdoses
Better flee if them fed boy's coming in
Moving bricks it get tricky
Hard for me to trust i keep a blicky
Lot up on my mind i roll the sticky
Talking about
goes right
Steady trying to get to me but Im outta reach
Bitch gimme 50 G's and drop me on Palm Beach
HT BY I keep on counting these checks up
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