Lyrics:
for my motherfuckin' nigga
Jump in front a bullet for my motherfuckin' nigga
On the stand I'd lie for my motherfuckin' nigga
Rob a bank, I'd drive for
I'd die for my motherfuckin' nigga
Jump in front a bullet for my motherfuckin' nigga
On the stand I'd lie for my motherfuckin' nigga
Rob a bank, I'd
The way I stomp down in this bitch
Like the floor mine
When I jump up hop out it's show time
The party ain't over goin up no decline
Make'em say bring that
in public housing (Aye momma)
You just a lil suburban nigga with some mental problems (Goofy)
Boy you fucking with K-Town and that 1300 (Ya ya ya)
When
Yeah
White toes, hair long
Rubbin on my skin tone
She ride it right, she can't do no wrong
Badd lil bih puttin out like payroll
White toes, hair long
ridin' foreign with
My son in a Jag
I was fuckin' on lil' shawty
Bare skin with no mask
I be on some other shit
My mind still in the past
I'm so grimey
Girl when I break you off
I promise that you won't want to get off
If you're horny lets do it, ride it, my pony
My saddle's waiting, come and jump
them nigga copy
I found them bows and i got em in by the load i'm really plugged in like a socket
I'm deep in that ocean lil nigga don't try to jump in
lyrical and what I be
Saying gon' make you think
I'm all in, I be solo
Don't need no friends
I fuck with Lil' Soto
That's my cuh-in law, he get it in
Lil
it day
Nigga showed up at my court date, gang, gang gang
Wanna ride in a hearse lil nigga? (uh-uh, gang, gang gang)
You wanna die about a verse lil
Chorus
I'm barely gettin by
Still work-a nine to five
I'm barely gettin by
That's why I'm stayin high
Oh baby, aw
Jump into the ride, cruise the big
[Chorus: Gucci Mane (Lil Scrappy): x2]
I rob in my black tee
Hit licks in my black tee
All in ya house searching for bricks in my black tee (Crank
tryna copy
Tryna ride this wave
You gonna fuck round and drown
Lil mama she holding my pounds
Fuck next, I want now
Went caught me a play in a Regal
headaches
Shut tha flip up an just nob ona cob
Dress in all black like I'm bout to go rob
All got our rolls so stay in yo lane
Catching new money an catching
want wifey (call me)
I know that lil' mama tryna fight me (ayy)
I got slatt engrated in my Nikes
Oh, you caught a body? Doesn't excite me (fool)
All
the nets
Ain't no talkin' fuck some talkin'
we gonShoot em in they chest
If a coward wanna jump its goin' be a bloody mess
Bitch
Gon' gangsta walk
that bitch so tough
Room full of bad bitches where you from
Let's turn up let's go dumb
Hotter than the sun
Pack comin in by the ton
Let's have some fun
flossin' up at Ready Tellers
The kinda shit that make them other bitches jealous
Pull up, jump out, I'm like new money
And watch the bees in the house come
the doors on my newest ride (wrmm)
Like the Porsche when I'm zoomin' by
I'm super smart, but I'm stupid high (skrr, skrr)
The trap is back, and the proof
Hi this is Steve Austin
Reportin' live from San Diego, California
I'm here wit two controversial rappers from the city
Lil' Rob and Mr. Shadow
dropping beats since Back in Black
And we'll paint by numbers
'Til something sticks
Don't mind doing it for the kids
(So come on) jump on board
Take
dropping beats since Back in Black
And we'll paint by numbers
'Til something sticks
Don't mind doing it for the kids
(So come on) jump on board
Take
coast worldwide
All my playas in the hood stay fly
And if your ballin' let me hear you say ride (ride)
[Verse 2: Lil' Kim (Mr. Cheeks)]
It's Lil
joy
I want to jump for joy; J-O-Y
'Cause Cupid shot your arrow in the sky
You know the feeling, jumping and screaming
Here comes the angels,
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