Lyrics:
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He gonna go back to Jersey
With his feelings hurt
Ya hood ain't nothin' like Watts
I'm not one these square niggas
Don't impress me with that gang
time.
We boys in da hood and nigga you Lil' Trey,
Suppress ya appetite, we takin ya lil' tray.
Love my handgun but my choppa still da shit,
Banned in
lil trey
Suppress ya appetite we taking ya lil' tray
Love my handgun but my chopper still the shit
Banned in 1994 but I'm to legit to quit
1996 kilos
and defeat ya
The glitch in the matrix busting’ nuts on
(zeta?) add insult to injury when I see ya
Like Ike buying his ex-wife Tina
White wife-beaters
YNV
a permanent sleep, too comfortable snoozin'
Nine out of ten, it's somebody that knows ya movements
I'm cool with you, but who's ya man? Forget I asked
Just
their reach as you be on blue beaches sunnin'
You keep shinin' like a ring I do my thing and keep it comin'
Aww Heavy (aww Heavy) {heh, ya don't stop,
Bitch I'm a hustler (yeah), don't fold under pressure (woo)
After I fuck you, I'ma forget ya (forget ya)
Not gonna text ya (nah), flex like a wrestler
in the hood and nigga you lil trey
Suppress ya appetite we taking ya lil' tray
Love my handgun but my chopper still the shit
Banned in 1994 but I'm
Take ya bitch on my yacht fuck on a boat
Fuck boy this pimpin you better take notes
Homie dont play that yall clowns is some
Jokes
I make the trey
growed up I wanted to be a king
Wanted to be the king, look at my pinky ring
Look at your bitch in the kitchen
Whippin' and whippin' that thing
I don't
time
We boys in da hood and nigga you lil trey
So press ya appetite we takin' ya lil tray
Love my handgun but my choppa still da shit
Banned in
ring looking like a solar
And if we get locked up by the night I know them folks gone try and hold us
Try an' tell 'em every night, and I can't say hold
hammer like Joe Brown
Dust off rounds, surround sound, trey pound
Put a phat leather head to bed like night gowns
If ya'll wit me then build, shorty,
confidence
Fuck your continental breakfast
You incompetent my nickname International
My accent changed by accident
It's Soho House put your phone away
I don't
Uno is for the money, deuce is for the show
Trey is for the video, what the fuck is fo'?
Fo' is for the hoes, and 5 to stay alive
That shoulda
to terms with never seeing her again
Older brother's telling her "it's gonna be okay"
But she's numb to the words
All she feels is the pain
She don't her
[Sauce Money]
(*Laughing*) Brooklyn
This is the set-off
Kay Sleezy
Take it to the streets nigga
Word up
Sauce Money
Uh, uh
Proper set-off
Don't get
know that I left you frowning
Ma
Please don't forget about me
Three two one
This ya oldest son spitting this
And unlike the rent lil mama
You know
bout is wealth
If you really want a change, you gotta make it ya self
Ring ring ring ring
Stop calling my phone
I'm trynna make change
I'll call when I'm
what I said
She's like "whatever, I just don't want any liver!"
Well I was gonna say something
But my cell phone started to ring
Now who could be
you a rapper or a EMCEE.
I got the flow ya favorite rapper like
We don't rap alike,so they invious
I move the crowd like the venue switched
I'm rhyme
a job
MMM MMm MMm
Back at the crib bigger brotha laying up and girlfriend says
Maybe you should give ya little brother a call
And don't forget it's ya
don’t want no smoke
Pull up watch ya hoe cream, and I’m Blow-ing ::mini smoke screen::
You think like subordinates, bitch my whole scheme, Jimmy Iovine
fold under pressure (Woo)
After I fuck you, I'ma forget ya (Forget ya)
Not gonna text ya
(Nah) , flex like a wrestler
Give me a weapon
(yeah) , that's
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