Lyrics:
And we don't give a fuck bout what you saying we to lit
If a nigga hating tell em get off my dick
I ain't got no patience for a bitch talk my shit
All my
bag on me
& you want that bag on you
But you can't get cash for free
Talk my shit, ice box wrist
I had to get it all by myself, lil bitch can’t get
me
It's the S to the Y, the L, just drop three keys
As I flee, to the homie L.T.'s, to make the magic
It's those that talk, and those that make shit
to see what's up
Niggas really don't want no parts of me pal
Who I gotta talk to, who I gotta write
Get my Reebok deal done or I'm stayin in Air Nikes,
attack when she stun me
And we going rough like it's rugby
Going wild with assumptions
Ain't no poppin' it when we sitting down
We talk amongst
all was poor, I was just sleep on that floor
So when you tell me I'm doing too much, nigga I don't think I'm doing enough
So I came with the top off I
and I'm singing it to
Prr money keep calling me
I don't do apologies
Work till mama proud of me
I stay winning that's on god I pray
Big bad wolf
Night went down when you went in my face
Tell me what transpired?
Sounding like me and Goliath
Why you talk to me like Goliath?
Mood went down when
ever see the end of me
Ayy, uh, I'm sick of you niggas
That talk all that talk but in person you bitch made
Ayy, you niggas ain't gettin' no motion
So I
with the 忍び
Smoking on that indica
My green be steady broccoli
If you talking talk in business
Or better don’t talk to me
Cheddar cheese
忍者 Please
I got
Yo, try to understand when I'm in it when I talk to you
Look me straight into my eyes while I drop you clues
Figure out what I am, watch my hips,
started
Suddenly everything was just so out of control
Now I want some answers, mister, I need to know
I hear all the talk but I don't know what you're
This conversation's hurting my brain
Filling my head with pain
I don't give a fuck about the sun
So this small talk isn't very fun
I'd rather be
Ingo lyrics by Hubert Hakizimana
Yeah for real
You got to let me take you, you got to let me take you where I’m from man it’s is very chilled
means that I won it
I was out getting a check, please don't talk to me
No don't hit my line asking me questions, I ain't saying more
Please don't hit my
All this flavour they call me spice
Take that risk and roll that dice
My G know about shh he don't know about nice
Pengting know about D she don't
Baby you don't want me
So, why you always call me?
You know that I'm balling
I been popping mollies
I'll, hit you in the morning
Wockhardt what I'm
on they guys, I seen the fakest preach like they wise
Feels like I do way better when it's just me right by my side
It don't matter whatever, I always put
The nigga wanna be me, don't it?
But the money got blood all on it
Yeah, the money got blood all on it (hey)
My young niggas ready to shoot (damn)
Thinking back on all the times
When we was wilding as kids
Then come back on our side
Don't talk about what we did
Bro got snaked out by his girl
Can't take
You bring that nigga to the court
Bet he talk don't he
You bring that rat out
To the court
I bet it squeal don't it
Lil shawty she might catch
to a point
When we got crossed by dawgs Before
Kind of forced to pay them bills off By tomorrow
Just because
You got to be there
So they don't follow
Wasn't
when you see me up on that billboard, huh
I'm guessing you don't like to walk the walk
Like a dog that is no bite but all bark
Seh not even an ice cold
[E-40]
You got the beat turned up in my ear a little mo'?
(Aight) Let's go
Uhh, a little more volume pimp YEAH, okay
Just tell me when... yeah
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