Lyrics:
of the times it was risky
Say you get hundred dey wan carry fifty
I push the whip from like zero to sixty
My people suffer e tight e no easy
Wetin dem do me no
mama left I ain't never had real parents
Red exterior cream interior inside all my McLaren's
Grams and pops is getting old just know I love y'all dearly
we out here fuck it
I don't abide by the law
I gotta ride for the dogs yeah yeah
I know they pick up I call
We know who is not involved
Dxuce just
Pocket full of cake Versace on my belt
All I know is keep it real I don't know nothing else
Shawty bad with the best mouth I call her top shelf
Top
I'm just trynna find a female that still got her cherry
And when I get her i'ma keep her by any means necessary
I'm very scary
But only when it comes
back,
triple double on a Nigga, just put me in Guinness/
haters be acting real iffy, i get you got in a jiffy/
niggas be begging for change, Ima need
wild like the Jack of Spades
My style is free to be whatever you want it to be
I get astonished when people accept defeat
I get inspired by people who
the Presidency that month
Jim beat Dwight Eisenhower on the field
The West Point Army kids came and got killed
Twenty-seven, six, showed 'em that native real
linking with shordy for the cheese nigga
They don't know the grinding is way too deep nigga
How can i get educated by drug dealers?
How come when we doing
stay on top is the goal
Looking up at the sky, Super Sonic, see me zoning
Just need a sound test, 50 rings and I'm golden
Gold even better going
to the furry handcuffs.
Kissing on your thighs hope my beard ain’t rough.
Tell them 50 shades got nothing on us,
I know you like it real rough when I’m chilling
would story telling calling him woody for that gwop we getting gullie black timbs wit a skully fuck ya feeling getting money hundred fifty and them
Джефферсон
Провожает меня грозным видом.
Пристанище для блудных сыновей,
Кому получить уют не по силам.
Погружаюсь в East Side,
Everything is purple
"Pig Pen"
waiting in no line for no coffee
I’m front line
Everything I been through is what taught me
I’m from bronx
Jumping over hurdles
A everyday move
We use
you better believe me
50 round draco
Gone knoc off ya feet
500k is price ov the meet
Wanna talk business
Cuz i got the heat
Thinkn you up
Im the man
Switching states where the need us
I travel by air
The work is on the interstate to meet us
Or Make shorty check a bag
50 pounds max
Then chaperone
a problem with my brothers shit what about?
Niggas know the fucking team
LFTFLD
I don’t question what’s real
Shit is obvi from the I
I just take it one day
So does that me me dumb or him smart
Is it pressure? Cus we pull up with brushes and make art
I'm like 40 steps ahead by the moment that they start
I
I'm smoking that dank cause I'm is
And it stank cause I did
Waitress turn me to the waiter
I dip no tip
Laughing straight down to the bank for the drop
a secret switch
The tape recorder came to life, the King became a snitch
A gun and a badge for Elvis
Is what the doc prescribed
And fifty shiny yellow pills
the snap
It ain't her fault, that you is where you at
Better stand on your own two, and run towards the stack
First time I did it, almost bet it all black
a hundred Bodingles a feature
I've got independent, don't fuck with no Vevo
I'm keeping the toolie wherever that we go
I'm off of the bean, sipping Lean by
(Don't bother Me)
Weak ass Niggas don't know how I feel
You bout to lose everything a lot goes by when you sit in that cell
Thinking if you going to make
name is again
Me and Bino profit sharing dividends
All we needed was Fifty
Got us enough riches for many men
The Nissan needed wheel axels
On Wesley
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