Lyrics:
a jiffy
Ikeja my city
Always with my Cd
This one e be real brother man see am for 3D
Nobody bin see me
Escape like Houdini
This kinda packaging dem no dey
somethin' for ya
Get rocked by my midnight Glock
Sniper through sound vocal rival to invade the block
Fuckin' bitch paid the price of a snitch
doing a good job
And hundreds and hundreds and hundreds of people
No water, I fought for my country for years
We need help, we really need help
In
the girls
Cause they got mo' heart, than them fake ass dudes
They send no letters, no books, and no money for no food
Cause commissary is so very necessary
dinner, my nigga
Since I was like two or three years old, can't give that up, nigga
I been hatin' on white folks for hatin' us, nigga
I been wastin' my
the fuck you recordin' for, Nick Jr?
(The game ain't changed) It just got harder
Plus we sponsored by Laze, Dame Dash and Mr. S. Carter
Brownsville (yep),
IR-I, yeah yeah
Nephy three times, haha, come on
All my kinfolk sell dope, pimp hoes, rob foes
Kill foes, kick doors, like really, though
I do not
guitar
He liked to make movies about his favorite food
And all the people loved him for his laid back attitude
His movies focused on bacon which was
Needled by the greed
No need for reminders
Regulators mount up
Like the G vulture
Who exploits your disposition while
Infringing on your culture
Prototype
The railroad tracks
Hey three for a quarter
One for a dime
I'll bet it's tomorrow
By Rocky Mountain Time
I walked in the restaurant
For something to do
led to the slaughter
Where for three dimes and a quarter you get nothing in the end
She hit me up with hunger, first things first you know
But
1-2-3
How many people trying to stack that cheese
Imma keep grinding and grinding
Searching for a pot of Gold
Till I freaking find it
People tryna touch
The 3kg bag of Cheetos were invented in 1948 by Fritos creator Charles Elmer Doolin
Who cooked early test batches in the Frito Company's Research
gotta wait
He gone fix me the food, imma eat off the plate
They ask me when imma get it? Get it today
Devil spitting out lies, better get out my face
a S Class and a X3
Lord man I need some more
Ain't no lengths I wouldn't go for my dream
I'm ready to go down for the cause
Bro's too on he gonna live by his
They send no letters, no books, and no money for no food
'Cause commissary is so very necessary
It's so close to bein' slavery, in Texas n**** it's scary
gotta be a trick for the deaf dumb and blind
Now would you set up home, and wait for a Mystery God
to bring Food, Clothing, and Shelter?
faster? Can?t you blast her out?
SMOCK
But the woman?s room on Level 4 is only three by three. We wouldn?t want to reduce her to atoms, that would be
somethin' for ya
Get rocked by my midnight Glock
Sniper through sound vocal rival to invade the block
Fuckin' bitch paid the price of a snitch
a drive-in movie
You fuck me, you screw me
You turn tricks, you suck dick
And the thought of food makes you sick
Makes me SICK!
1,2,3,4
Let me hear you scream
Bootcamp food stamps only get you so far
The bus was a must loser crusing with no car
Billed as a reject in order eject how a nigga gon defect by
That power
Oh, oh oh
This is on a bus back from camp. I'm thirteen and so are you. Before I left for camp I imagined it would be me and three or four
know when in a food fight you wouldn't bust a grape
Spike clicks probably better off choppin with
The K I'm down for my block and I love my town
So
Three to get Ready
And Four get on the floor
Working all week cuz your trying get by
Let your hair down Get wild for the night
I said let your hair down
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