Lyrics:
can’t get interview
Even though he went college
Every time my brother walk by
Dem basics reachin for they wallets
The way they hate yo it make me nauseous
thought you was a friend, word
Oh man, can't believe that
Oh, how you do that to me?
I wouldn't leave like this
I can't do it by myself
(?) ah
Are
thought you was a friend, word
Oh man, can't believe that
Oh, how you do that to me?
I wouldn't leave like this
I can't do it by myself
(?) ah
Are
giving man oral for £15
one Friday night she was out making moves
up and down the street in her little red shoes
stopped by a guy in a little black ride
P: bitch, this p world here, bitch, ain't man except me.
I ain't comin for no coffee beans, straight up coke and weed, bitch
Here go the money. you
got mouths to feed, unnecessary beef is more cows to breed
I'm on some tax free shit by any means
Whether bound to hit scheme or some counterfeit
Yea
You listening to the voice of Jimmy 2Shoes Baby
New East Coast
Ayo BL'EVE we are railing on these niggas man
Show these niggas again
hahaa
and on
But a man stand up on his own
I'm raised by a different code
Cut from a different cloth
Never been a follower
My momma told me be a boss
Watch who you
Mike brown got shot down, man Mike Brown got shot down
Mike brown got shot down in cold blood
Does Black Lives Matter to police? I'll let you be
I HEARD THE NEWS,
THERE`S GOOD ROCKIN` TONIGHT.
GONNA HOLD MY BABY by the hand.
TONIGHT SHE`LL KNOW I`M A MIGHTY MAN.
I HEARD THE NEWS,
never cross sides
Veres Three: Foxy Brown
You know what, most hoes would have left these cats a long time ago
I mean if your man gave you a gun to hide,
funds
Money cash mullah stash
Keep getting richer I keep blowing my stacks
Keep getting money I ain't paying no tax
Everytime I go shit keep coming back
P: bitch, this p world here, bitch, ain't man except me.
I ain't comin for no coffee beans, straight up coke and weed, bitch
Here go the money. you
the passenger seat
Riding hood, by my hood, ain't no hike in the wood
Life is good, it's so good, live it twice if I could
Man, it's me, once again it's that
walk it out
Stanky leg, Harley Brown, whatever man
And the browns said the dick is in my hand
Make my way over to baby girl
Standing in her stands
Little
drummer beater
Brown sugar is sweeter beats by Peter
Like I said before, thump in my trunk
That's all I really need and
A bag of blue funk
La la la la la
so so frosty
The people like "Hey, the guy on the marquee"
Rolling in super deep, headed to the mezzanine
Dressed in all pink except my gator shoes
like drink can
Popular big man like king don
Hustla big bands like Chris Brown
Many gyal switch one, not dis gyal finsha
Touch man like Christian regular
neck in a cast (whoa)
Yes, i"m the man with the skills to talk shit
And i'm back by the crew that none of y'all can get with
So back to the lab to fix
If I want it, I grab it
Brown wit the 'scato, it turned to a habit
Don’t gotta gas her, she know she the baddest
Bitches walk pass her, they face be
is waiting for me
But say wait a minute
Ill always remember to smoke one down in STB
Think it's cool to judge me
By the shoes that I wear
I look unto
talking shit they didn't like, riding marble white
I might just break 'em off, when I come dripped out like Ike
I'm talking shoes by Huarache, shirts by
talking shit they didn't like, riding marble white
I might just break 'em off, when I come dripped out like Ike
I'm talking shoes by Huarache, shirts by
drinking that clear lookin for a bitch
That got a lil? money man and suck a lil? dick
Your boyfriend trippin tell him be boo
Live by the G-Code and play
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