Lyrics:
an amputee
God damn I'm really losing my mind
Or should I end it all
Just by grabbing a nine? But, it's too easy
Demonz of my mind leave me leave me
Put me
like it just got rained on
Tell me this when you stop do your rims stop or they keep goin'
Your Nissan, your Neon, your old man Caprice own
You finna
I run to that bag, while you walking
Bitch get off yo ass
I'm like Ricky Bobby, you ain't first
Bitch then you in last
Put it in the stash, catch
it going, Big Tymin, you heard's me?
Dog I got cake like everyday my birthday
Wait, I don't think they heard me
I say dog I got cake like everyday
who I'm by
Don't test me don't try me they want to put me on
Them off white, pale yellow, small money making stones
Set up shop out of my own momma
DVD's (ow)
The come-up was crazy
Don't get smacked tryna fuck with us
Fuck with me, baby (ayy)
It ain't easy, I'm goin' easy (oh, oh)
(Gangsta
mother who showed me the way
That a cow would choose to skip from
It's Ricky
Doin' this here by good willin', I'm doin', I'm doin' this shit by good
put that on my feet
Ricky my pants, you can tell by the strings
Time to go up, nigga just popped a bean
I'm ballin' on niggas, Abdul Kareem
You
how this movie goes
Martin scorsese, we shooting at casinos
Better not play me, or ill cut off your toes
I am so crazy, my highs are offset by lows
You
to push up on em
Hurt me to my heart lil Ricky died ain’t have dat pistol on em
You ain’t Neva hit no lick with me can’t get no favors from me
It’s
Latifa
Like baby girl hold my heater
Can't see me like John Cena
Masked up like halloween
Baby I got a cash fever
If you ain't 'bout the bag see you
Drop
stare at me
I'm who the real Pharaoh should be & it's me
Bullet proof vest in the middle of the shoot out
I survived, not surprising' death couldn't
fuck you up, young buck
Bust you in your head, leave your body by the dump truck
Revolution got me pumped up
But it's still a fact black people still
it, just getting high at the apartment
Women love my grin, they say I look like Ricky Martin
Uh, and I live that vida loca
If I'm hungry eat
Drop it down to the flo' and get your paper
Cause you a thoroughbred, youse a money maker
Now let me see you pop that pussy
Girl shake that ass
Do
when it feels belated, checked my accounts and they still haven’t reached my goals still i hope it happens, tryna drop chin no ricky hattons back
fuck you up, young buck
Bust you in your head, leave your body by the dump truck
Revolution got me pumped up
But it's still a fact black people still
partna like I’m Martin king nigga
Can’t be lookin fo me u Lyin
Cuz I ain’t hard to find
Might of drop a couple pennIes but I never dropped a dime
I Been
serve and fall asleep
down south cant nobody else ball like me
CHORUS:
It's the dirty south, it's just the dirty south,
It's the dirty south, the dirty
jacket with lights in the back of it
Custom made by the kids who sew and makes clothes for Prince and Sisqo
I'm 2004 beyond the average club music
driver...
Like the undertaker certified by the dmv...
Mob scene mob scene all u rappers whack...
The type to rip a condom rapper just to whack it...
I'm wacky
much your paint cost? Look like it just got rained on
Tell me this when you stop do your rims stop or they keep goin'
Your Nissan, your Neon, your old
It smell like blue cheese
We get that paper by the loose leaf
Trying to cop a Maybach
You still buying Lucy's
Different page with the flow
I don't even
it's gon' burn you
I'm with the homies right now
Me and my niggas four deep in a white Toyota
A quarter tank of gas, one pistol, and orange soda
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