Lyrics:
the fuckery
I out my mind Nigga don’t fuck
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Kill yo ass nicely
Keep shit spicy
Icey
There's no nigga like me
Don’t spite me
bite
So here's a lesson of what the don art is
Taught by the big you know, Prince of Darkness
Stop, hold up, pause, quit
Change the groove
me yeah she love me
Every time she notice I'm alone she calling me
And she don't want me to have no type of privacy yeah yeah
Yeah but that's funny
What y'all think goin'?
One-two, one-two
Y'all listenin' to the sounds of the once divided, reunited
Don't hold back, don't try to fight it
If
in check
I got these girls kissin girls and they breaking they necks
When they see the bam bitches
(As they walk by)
I flick the wrist don't got to try
ever seen
At least i'm comin clean.
I mean
See it's there if you want
If not it's still there when you want it
But don't hesitate no don't wait
If you
dine in
Fast money
Just slide in
Sit still
Sit still
Sit still
I Blow my weed and ride
Big wheels,show love,and just live
I hold it down
Music
shotguns as we kiss
Reminiscing on the day
I made a proposition
I said hey there Zaddy
I saw you walking by
I baked some cookies
For you to try
Won’t you
of it
Alcoholic anonymous is just some big fucking pussy puppet
I'll pass out behind the wheel and wake up to my tires squeal
Blood on my bumper with
sometimes I do still
And I've been sorry since early on
I was a coyote all along
There he lied
By the road
Foggy breath
Coming slow
A big buck
All alone
Fish
There I was on the marquee a workin' for a livin'
I've been gettin' instead of a givin'
A hangin' by my tail a waitin' for the dinner bell puttin'
Ooh (yeah)
Nigga, we keep the fire, sweatin' in this motherfucker
That's all we doin' (Big Papito)
(Yeah) Fuck all that other shit, ya dig?
Ay,
to the mall
Two hoes on my arm, fur boots when it's warm
Church shoes to play ball
I'm spittin' this shit like bird food to a dog
Urkel to big Carl, y'all don
Still hangin' by a thread
Please don't sweat, damn I'm stressed
Two fish and five bread won't feed the rest
Not quite yet, but damn I'm blessed
Come with
an independent artist making money
To the point where I could count it all in person
Big boy balling
No name brand
Tony fuckin new
I’m that man
Keep it o-g MJ 23
surreal
Been on the go got my grip on the wheel
Go for the mill and now people reveal
I been thinking big and so constantly
Dark clouds they been
I work the wheel but I don't swerve
I ain't never been a nerd
Just a geek on da street
Not getting enough sleep
Still waking up hung over, weekend
on the steering wheel
Foot up on the gas
Whipping to the dollar bills
In a black mask
Might get a triple kill
If the gat blast
Yo ass getting jacked still
I ain’t
then I leave
And I got more stacks than I rolled up with
Interest, they ain't gonna really like this
'Cause I'm talking shit but I
Don't mean nothing by
I think we got a problem
Yeah!
Big money in this bitch if you didn't know
Big business minus the business suit
Even I look in the mirror like,
Big Mac, big sack, like this, like that
Big man on campus, I'll be right back
Like Mike, like Mac, my life, my bike
Menace, mo' bid'ness
In
night
How about a little test drive
Down by the lake
There's a place I know about where the dirt road runs out
And we can try out the four wheel
Like the fourth of July
I'm living cuz time will go by
I don't wanna die, I wanna live my life
But if I do die learn from me, my nigga get it right
Take
by the you know what's
Very funny, you don't say
The big Enchilada, stealin' elections
Had to go down there, trash collection
Got his cojones on my
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