Lyrics:
shootin nothing but money, drawn shots
Can nobody tell me come my goon like secret service
Pull up, pop the trunk, it's a flock of birdies
Smoking on purge,
let you go
Baby, baby, no matter what
And I'm like, I switch the other side of me
Baby got a whole lotta ride on me
Babe-baby, let's take it back
of Revenge" will be
One of the best albums, to come out the South
And I put everything on that ha, let me give a couple shout out's
Shout out to Shahiem Reid,
Black Cadillac, on vogues
Sittin' back thinkin'
Thing ain't the same no mo' we want Biggie
Big up to the east-coast Brooklyn don
Heads still bouncin'
(dissin')
Sneak me through the back window, I'm a good field nigga
I made a flower for you outta cotton just to chill with you
You know I'd go
A rapper? I'm an artist
I just rap for fun but
Still do it the hardest
How I started was a baby given
Birth to by the Carters
2Pac, Biggie, Nas, Rakim my
bitch is blowing like etta James
Its money bound baby
We strapped like the navy
You reach for this sauce
And get popped bout this gravy
I'm straight out
, hey baby, hey!
All the boys get the girls in the back
Check it out, it's Bounty Killer, and No Doubt
Jump on the stage makes me going crazy
After
and black
Pulled up to my house today
Came and took my little girl away
Oh baby, come home
Oh baby, come back
Oh yeah
Come home
Music that keeps calling me so very close to you
Turns me your slave
Come and do with me any little thing you want to
Anything baby, just let me get next
an A
When it comes down to guns, I draw faster
Push back your wig like a wasteman barber
But forget that, Skepta's smarter
I must be the master, you know
to the St. James infirmary,
I saw my baby there,
She was stretched out on a long white table,
So cold, and fine, and fair.
Go ahead!
Let her go, let her
I got the pack of Rough Riders in the back of the Pathfinder
You know the ep along by James Todd Smith
I get swift with the lyrical gift
Hit you
and champagne
And she snorting all the coco
Saying that she love to be tied by the rope rope
Back of the club she getting so low low
Baby a freak
And she riding
mad(yeah)
And now I'm feeling sad, baby please come back
I said baby please come back, baby please come back
Baby why won't you come back, baby please come
Feel like LeBron James I fill up the stat sheet
I do it all , do it all let me fill up the stat sheet
Feel like Kyrie with the Celtics (jelly)
Veins
by you
(Baby, touch me, tease me, keep it easy)
Hey, now, say
Say who gonna send my way
Come right, alright, baby
Say who gonna send my way, way
stinking
Said come on over it was me that she missed
I threw that trash can through her window 'cause you know I got dissed
Your old lady left you and you
stinking
Said come on over it was me that she missed
I threw that trash can through her window 'cause you know I got dissed
Your old lady left you and you
played back magic till the clock struck on the twelve
She told me more about me than I knew myself
She dealt two cards, a queen and a three
played back magic till the clock struck on the twelve
She told me more about me than I knew myself
She dealt two cards, a queen and a three
baby, you make me feel so good
Let me take you by the hand
Come let us visit out there
In that new promised land
Maybe there we can find
A good place
it's Five Guys
'Lil bitty bitch with the brown eyes
She cook up the dope a million times (whip)
And it come back to me a trillion times (come on back
the yak
I'm just pack macintosh
When I intercept the pack now your package lost
I'm back and forth close your mouth mask to talk
Don't you talk to me
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