Lyrics:
your games
Calm yourselves down; just cage your fame
Without that shit, we're made the same
I bring Major Pain, abating the lames
Business is business
girlfriend I’m cheating and she gave me some brains
The flow is insane
Bang it out of your coupe
And watch feds get jealous every time you swoop by
Try to send
I'm thinking bout how you loving on me, I am by myself, I've been on my lonely
I ain't had a lot of loving on me, hoping you can show me that you
unpickable airforce
That booty tolerate my flaws
Therefore I formulate her course
Ohh yea I'm from the ghetto but rock an Xbox
How long we've been cuffed in
Clock big numbers, too bad got started
Stunt now, you gonna pay later
Big booty girl, that's a black mans savior
Swervin', hit the block and we curbin'
Fuck, yeah
A'ight ho, that's your cue to go
That ass is fat and we love that but this the studio
You be walkin' past them knobs, booty fuckin'
rays
Bad yella bitch tryna hide the cum stains
Keep it a hundred with my bitches never running game
Blowing top shelf give a fat nigga lung pains
Still
Would he still get embraced?
Or would you find the applauding
Would quickly turn to appalling
You got no career by the next morning
I ain’t saying you
incase these niggas try to take me
I got my money on this chase and I can't sleep
Aye, I can't sleep at night
Baby by my side and she a freak alright
Mind
Yo' lookin ass
Yeah
Open my mind, look, tell me what you see
Hurt, pain, that I gained from the streets
It's a dirty game, but it won't change me
Pain, pain go away
Don't come again another day
I brought some pills out to play
Chutes and Ladders in my veins
Let's co-op and play a game
Level up
it for me shawty
Ass fat tummy flat you the shit girl
I swear that im to hit it to euphoria
I knock that pussy up untill you can't stand
Your other
"Funk soul, on deck
Prince of the ghetto
Omega supreme
Danger Mouse
We do it like this"
[Chorus]
"Sometimes I get the feeling
I got to put it on ya
man with a
Ton of damn plants
Then get the money and scram with
The gun in my pants
Visions of pain
Cut like incisions with blades
Spoke to the Devil
Go and let your booty swing
Arch your back and lose your pain
Then she be like where he go
Probably with my other ho
Best believe she bring me more
a bus, nigga
Mionetto, the Chef is on ill levels
Be the custom ill bezel, we get down
All the hills meddle
Real rebels that run through the real ghettos
contributed to his inert ways
I seen him pull in 24 hour workdays
With deferred pay, undeterred by the word "shame"
Public humiliation was the worst pain
He
this nineteen ninety-two Goolie
Will I come booty, who me
I thought you knew me
You come to the Boulevard newly
Take a look at this truck, got 'em
the ghetto, day by day
I'm bumping trying to make a profit, cause I gotta get my pay
You better, keep watching me and
Pretty soon, you'll see man
That I'm
can't really see cause her booty fat
Girl you don't know what I'd do to that
got limo scrapes ride the butter crack
Put Legit Ballin all across your
toes, like fuck it, had a hard knock life as a child
Three-twenty-three in ninety-nine, got notified by the scout
Jumped off the porch, father in prison
paid into duels proper
Hustled five crackers at my
Middle school locker
Piggybank grow fat like Diddy bankroll
And jaws that can’t blow
Self done changed
Woah, Yeah
When I am with you
I get feelings that I've never felt
Get lonely, then I miss you
I don't wanna do it by myself
It's all love, when I
bitches, I'm back to the streets
Know a fat booty bitch wanna piece of me
Couple bad bitches, done deleted me
I was posting a girl, now she leaving my world
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