Lyrics:
Chayce Does
Or Chayce Coleman (Uh-huh)
Still whatever you want to call me (Still)
Hahahaha (Koikeya On the beat on the beat on the beat)
Aye, You
fucks children
With his brother Tito and Liza
Minelli in a building a-B-C easy like 1-2-3
Plastic surgery, what has it done to me?
Like dead-alive, your
the one
(But you know I'm always open to suggestions)
Said, let me be the one
(Down for you, should never be a question babe)
To blow your mind (blow
know the bank finna close (numbers)
A kick in the freezer, a forty in the stove
I cried in the trap when I lost Quinn Coleman
You don't wanna see me
on this hood shit, good shit
Y'all bitches think the riders a joke, well I don't play (let's go)
I blow you whole fucking shit up like Tim McVeigh
on the hunt
Hoes hawkin' me pulling stunts
Roll blunts, roll J's
I'm gonna blaze
My eyes are glazed
Because I'm dazed
Hope you really get the picture
Once you
hey ride me like a rodeo
Go up down, round & round ride me like a rodeo
Go up down, round & round ride me like a rodeo
Written By: William Wheeler, Mr
down (fake bitch)
Throw a bottle at ya, shut a nigga mouth (break shit)
Come and follow me, stand up on the couch (shake shit)
Let us wallow, niggas
I don't drive slow, I don't drive slow,
Drop the top on that thang just to let ya hair blow,
Let ya hair blow, Let ya hair blow,
I drive real
rifles Round me
If they fuckin wit me then I blow up the club
I'm movin dolo i go wit my move
Don't got that light but i blow like Fuse
White boy got
Through the wall her pitch tea kettle
But that's just me disheveled
By the dough that the school embezzled
So I open the door like
Hello bitch, why you talk
Plissken
Y'all got the wrong tape by mistake
Listen to it hissin'
Crack the safe, his cake's missin'
Backs to break to take
Risk and make imprisoned
Fake
with the most knowledge will obtain to touch top dollars
Hold me down, hand me my cake, dusty, bake, activate
Fuck your corny debates
I'm like cake
with the most knowledge will obtain to touch top dollars
Hold me down, hand me my cake, dusty, bake, activate
Fuck your corny debates
I'm like cake
pulled me through heavy snow and dust storms I fed the game
Saw Horned Frogs, Grizzlies and shooters like he Desmond Bane
I measure pain by looking at my
me actin all goofy
Goodbye to the old me
Bitches be hatin n I juss say blow me
Fuckit though I'm livin in misery
I gotta wash down all this smoke that
know her
Shorty said she wanna fuck on me but honestly I don't know her
Shorty break down weed, roll a backwood, time to blow the smoke out
Shorty tryna
Jersey down to Mitentry
Officer, you're hawkin the, ninety-three Landcruise
When it's real criminals, you should be watchin for
Get off my dick for what
still ain't slid on me
We got the ball, not that coupe
Niggas didn't know what to do
Walk a lil' nigga down, blow that nigga out of steam
Motherfucker,
my mind everytime that you walk by
I see you walking down the lane
And you driving me insane
Girl you just always burst my brain
Really hard to just
little brother up
And throw him in the basement
Hawkin' on Belhaven
Used to post up in them vacants
Put the wrong mix on the
Blow, the shit too strong, got
that beholds it
Allah spoke to many prophets but only one of them's Moses
On top of Mount Sinai receiving signals through Wi-Fi
Let the trumpets blow
Ayo Jay
What the fuck all that chitter chatter
Turn this shit up
It's Don P
Hearin' these motherfuckers want me to be who
They want me to be what
as they worked up a sweat
It wasn't even ten o'clock yet
Scrub down, then I get moist, they never treat me mean
They sweetly keep me squeaky clean
I
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