Lyrics:
Aye, I'm just trying to blow up
Diamonds on me dancing
About to glow up
She was tugging on my diamonds
Then she froze up
I said, baby this what
Hey yo turn me up in my headphones man
I want this shit motherfuckin' blarin'
It ain't loud enough man
Oh these muh'fuckers think I'm goin' play
her, uh
Brand new money
Run up on me, chopper hoppin' like a bunny
I don't walk it, I run it
Keep it one hundred
Headshot, headshot, drive-by in a Hummer
But everyday I wake up I'm screamin' again
I stay focused and aimin', expanded the game
Hooked up with RZA and planted a flame
Now it ain't nuttin'
all up, we can't go back to bad
Running with the dopeboys put the racks in the bag
What you got? Work for it, they ain't give me a pass
Hot shit out
wake up, get up
Grind like I want ten
You would never see me judge a
Man like I don't sin
Swimmin' in the deep end, so I tote fin
If it's business, I'm
Muthafucka, sometimes, you feel like a nut
That's what you do
What we got here, uh, check it out
Here's another one, uh, uh
By the Notorious
and dump on it
And send a couple of boys to that corner of yours
And role out with a nigga slumped on it
You see Black fall back son
Me and Shock up in
and dump on it
And send a couple of boys to that corner of yours
And role out with a nigga slumped on it
You see Black fall back son
Me and Shock up in
Never give up cuz it worth it my brodie
And never forget where and who u was with
Step by step u moving forward alone
And nobody can understand how
swift, O.G. got some projects
Got the raw deal on the war field
Sixty trillion ton guns on timin' of your shield
We on it like angry hornet-types on your
[Master P talking]
It's like all the shit we done been through, the average company
They probably would've gave up by now
But No Limit, we constantly
a gangsta
They shot guns we shot movies
We fucked up they fucked groupies
Ignore these sluts that's my two cents
I'm broke the type money can't not fix
Not
at
Ourselves, recognizing a lot of the stuff that happens
But if we look within ourselves, we could prevent a lot of this nonsense
It's about relating back
want smoke but blow mids on the street
Bitch corona my flow shit gon leave em deceased
Simpin for my side bitches
Count up sum like five digit
Shit it's
Pussy be the true J-Lo, five rings
Let a nigga lick it, lick it, lick it, ice cream
I want double CC's, he don't get shit free
Got another bitch
it up can't get em' off me
I had to trap by my lonely
Wonder why niggas so phony
And all these bitches exhausting
Swear I had to get right
(Swear I had
remember parties 'till the morning
And you would sleep beside my snoring
I remember waking up in bed by you
Then I would go home and I would smell like you,
No Durk in the hood
I'm surrounded by Drakes
Might spin the block for old times sake
And I throw the Hat up
But I cannot hang with a super blood
'sleep in five days
I do lots of gettin' high, came up watchin' Friday
I do lots of gettin' fly, treat every day like my day
They ain't got my
As time go on it's wetter and wetter
I think it's time I load my Beretta
V for Vendetta
Mask off I picked up where you're last lost
You already know I paid
your whole team up)
Take care of B.I., Chef (got your back John John)
(Yeah, bust it, yo, yo)
Fly G.I. Nigga
Now, yo, yo, what up, yo? Time is
Turnin' blue in the face,by holdin' his breath
With the white cloud bullshit stuck in his chest
But then he tried to stop,but it never worked
the demons at yo back
Tryna grab up on yo clothes
Just don't hold it back
Gotta bust it, gotta blow
Thinking way too hard
And watch your problems slowly grow
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