Lyrics:
so I figured out
She only likes me when shes drunk
Why don't I give it up
Don't get a word unless the girls gettin' gone
Don't wanna get her
they make a entrance, n***** all figured that I was different, so I figured if I'm different than a n**** need to make a difference
Shit, I need to get
killa killa killa I'll pull your card
Just got out of jail beat a murder charge
Nigget niggaz in the hood don't take no crap
Quick to get the gat
bring your fine ass and overnight bag
Add up the numbers or get behind that
Play and rewind that, listen, you'll find that
I want that six-nine without
Stick by my side back it up on the lord I don't do people
N*ggas all in the way
N*ggas broke don't got no vision
Don't go off what I say
Just know I'm
here's the outcome:
Your teeth are gone, your mouth is numb
Don't get involved, unless you're willing
To risk murder by mic when they're illing
You gotta
man I got to get the calamine
Before I fall behind, guess the grind will be my 9 to 5
I will not be conquered by, I will not apologize
[Chorus]
homeboys put vogues on any car
With six by nine's smoking burners
Everybody got addicted to my dope fiend beat
Whole town fucked around and started
kicked the bass like an NFL punter
And scoped the booty like a big game hunter
I said to the girl, "Yo, you look tired
Let's go get some rest, relax by
kicked the bass like an NFL punter
And scoped the booty like a big game hunter
I said to the girl, "Yo, you look tired
Let's go get some rest, relax by
matter, my eyes right where the prize is
They talkin' talkin' it don't really matter, what I'm eyeing is priceless
I wanna get my mum and dad a crib
Have my
matter, my eyes right where the prize is
They talkin' talkin' it don't really matter, what I'm eyeing is priceless
I wanna get my mum and dad a crib
Have my
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey,
What you know about that? [Repeat: x3]
Don't you know I got
Key by the three when I chirp shawty chirp back
Louis nap
off dope
An 9-5's hoes dope being crack
Not what niggas rap i'm swan in the warriors
Scooping ajax (next day) get washed
You the type of guy to sue
home and gets two jobs to support himself
Two jobs that he works in the morning and the evenings
And then he would then come home to about 8 or 9 hours
(Fuck your producer my beat is by Meexhie)
Haaaa
Y'all know what it is
All this shit real n****
In real life
Dumb ass
I been running up the bag
Aye real niggas getting money 'round here man
Bama Loc, Yung Ralph the Juugman
From Alabama to Atlanta lets get dis paper leg-go
Now we be getting
You could get this cream you just need a team uhhh
My n*** serving P’s when he hit the scene uhhh
Tunnel vision locked I don’t see a thing uhhhh
N
get frisky
N***** don't attempt me
I always got my respect
Bitches been flockin on me
Cause I always had a check
I know if ion chase the paper she gone
make a left
On touchin' Blvd.
When you see a Kissin St
Make a right keep straight
And go all the way
And that will run you in to good love
don't get me
in this maze
If love is a battlefield
Then I'm ducking grenades
I'm making a mark
By ace'n this part
I'm taking your heart
Then I break it apart
Then
Never gonna beg nobody
Can I dont wanna 9 to 5
I wanna make music n just write my rhymes
Do this yeah for the child of mine
N spit these lyrics from this
and fake beefin'
Hang with the opps, you get slayed with the opps
I'm the reason everybody got K's on the block
What I paid for my watch? Don't you hang
gold, dashed and climbed in this van
To steal it and seen a man holding a 9 in his hand
Shot him from the bottom up
Stole his keys, put 'em inside
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