Lyrics:
I tell all my niggas save it
I told them save it for a rainy day
The storm came and they had nothing saved
MLB, we sliding for a plate
But it ain't
and Heather still don’t have ‘em
All of the perks she thought would come with that ring
Turns out Tucker had a dirty little habit
Of pissing away just about
Motherfucker, we will fuck ya
Spray your coupe and leave smoke
In it like Chris Tucker
I’m no gimmick, we smell out the timid
We lift something out the trunk that
And all my niggas gone eat and gone make something
Cause money talk around here like Chris Tucker
I tout a big thumper and shoot it like Klay Thompson
I put
dat a she a carry me weapon.
You see mi, a di same page we dey pon.
A Spragga di Benz & Tanya you done know. Watch yah nor....
Tanya: Hook
Mi a bag up
We be facing the end of days
Rays of hope are seldom but I praise
All you brave motherfuckers like Tucker
Angry at the collapse and unable to face it
Yeah, we some real players, mayne
You know what I'm sayin'?
It don't matter if we famous or not
But you better hope I don't come up
'Cause I'm
my people on the front lines
People, my people are dyin'
And we see it all the time
Don't know where our future would be
If he's not here, how do
and we felt fear as for any animal
This emotion had a protective function
It allowed us to take
Notice of a danger and retreat in time for us
Humans, it
bread, and she took you to bed
The hoe's slimey', but she all the way live Slinging' that pussy like it's a 9-to-5
head game , it's the best you ever had
how they stare, so I keep me a gun
I'll be damn if they ever try robbing me
We had breakfast for lunch and dinner grew kinda hard
I was Monte before
Granny said he never had a lick of sense
Cause by the time he turned seven he was a stealin' watermelons
Playin' house with the girl next door
Drinkin'
a way to crucify
As is I’m cruisin by all I see is dolla signs
We celebrate with some shots but never columbine
Ain’t my g but ig you can follow mine
All
Stand in formation, my motherfuckin' real troopers
Let's do it like soldiers - all and together now!
Ready? Hell yeah, y'all niggas better get
winter all the way to summer
Always riding with a cutter it get to singing like Usher
The motion strong up on this end
I feel like t pain nigga all i do is
betta aks nigga!
It's Young Money till I'm RIP
Fuckin bitches gettin money
Shit that's all I see - P!
Cause we thuugin'- bussin in the club
And - middle
My flow was opium, we cock bottles and open them
The relevance
Stop by, tryna see a nigga
All I buy is these trees, king
100 ki's in them
Play it loud!
And burn this motherfucker to the ground
Dancing the bar all night long
To another Tanya Tucker song
Whiskey bent and hell bound
The girls
Tucker
I treat the streets like my big brother
ATL, barbecue sauce in my fingernail
We gon' set it off to the right, to the left
And I'ma rep this
brudda, fit it right in
Yo I could be sipping fiddich or could be the ink gin
Yo I feel like T-Pain cus like all I do is win
Girlfriend came in frowning,
the skin was tanner
"Fuck The Police!!" jumpin over radio scanners
It was hot in the shade, wet paint all over the canvans
Fuck Vanilla Ice cones, we had
to scam somewhere by Tucker
Call me UberEats 'cause we steady grumblin'
Lamborghini Urus, hear the motor hummin'
Blind side, a nigga never seen it comin'
the world
When we use our asses in the way
That Nicki has been using her ass
When they are not the accent in a
Video but the point of it
And most of all
we realize
Front, back, side to side
but who would be the next nigga to roll in that black ride
Front, back, side to side
it might be you to be
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