Lyrics:
ride with me
I'm ridin', I'm ridin', I'm ridin', baby
Nigga I was home sleep, that's my alibi
So I don't even know who let the hammer fly
I just
what I shall be tomorrow...
This shit is way out of control...
So you do yourself, an injustice, to judge me by yesterday, when I have moved on..."
cnd I'm in the booth with this one
Its Nell
cnd don't call me by my real
Name call me Nell
Turn me up a lil bit
This for the ones who ain't
a cliffhanger, no, I ain't a stranger
Yo, I'm Toddy Tee, and I'm a Compton banger
Wanted by the F.B.I. for transport of
Sucker MC's across the Syndicate borders
and did that singing shit again
I'm never to pretend
F-L-O-W the man it depends, if I just want to get lil Shawty to bend
Going front ways (Ways)
On a bad
and ditch it
Kitchen whipping and flip it raw
Get it all off the kitchen floor
My bad is my bad, the baddest ask me
What I'm b****ing for
What I'm
just lil' old me
Mr. Don't-Give-a-Fuck still won't leave
I'm a criminal
'Cause every time I write a rhyme
These people think it's a crime
To tell
just lil' old me
Mr. Don't-Give-a-Fuck still won't leave
I'm a criminal
'Cause every time I write a rhyme
These people think it's a crime
To tell
whip
Every time a bitch call
I be like who is this
Stay by my lone
I ain't fucking with no snitch
I said all that to say this
I'M THAT NIGGA LIL BITCH
flares, sirens glare
I'm in an iron chair with people who care
Don't get the lion share
When I don't give a fuck, then I ain't fair
I'm on a higher tier
Fuck, I'm too high
we used time run around town
Surrounded by the hell and we hell bound
Now everybody on they grind shut
I couldn't be more happier
Bad lil mama from the 3-5-2
Who that is
It's me boo
Don’t punch no clock
So I got time
And don’t look to hard
Cause this nigga is mine
Hate you
be gettin' they ass taxed for a verse
Bitch, I'm big 26, I hop out with a stick, better stay out the way or get hit in the face
Ain't no competition
clinton (you know)
Black phantom (huh), windows tinted (i love it)
Presidential shit, monica lewinsky
[Verse 1]
Back for the M*tha F*ckn title its your
the mission commence Lil Walter Lee won't be stopping it
and its so rarely we kick it, but I'm gonna handle this one
cause see I live for the funk and I love
that boy Mr. Cain
Got my mind on my money, saying fuck the fame
Trying to make a million, while I'm living in these hard times
Trying to make a million,
-hind
Oh why you mad? Cuz I'm a full course meal and you a small fry?
Who's this f*** boy in my dms? tryna make me show my bad side
B**** I'm not a bad guy,
ain't up niggaaa
[Verse 1 - Lil' Flip]
The 4-5 on my lap when I'm in the trap hood
Blueberry by the pound, now where did you get that? (smoked it)
I
cuz I’m not who to play with,
I’m the best rapper, you asking your lil bitty bout me, she telling you I am the greatest,
Bad bitch on my right side (okay)
I suggest it be best if we get by
Said a bad bitch on my left side (oww)
Bad bitch on my right side (okay)
I
my name
Like F-A, B-O, L-O, U-S
I got a bad bitch on my left side
Bad bitch on my right side (okay)
I suggest it be best if we get by
Said
Check, check, check (What?)
I'm repping them big B's
I got a bitch who repping them big B's
I'm up at Mean's Street, smoking that dope
I came wit a few
with my dawgs
ye we came here to ball bitch you know who be running it
I done put it my all for tha fuck of it
Got them drugs in the car had to smuggle
having talks with Dad
Saw the bad coming
He brought me
I watched the water pass
Pops was tryna hault me
From having
Thoughts of a altered past
Passing by
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