Lyrics:
nothin' but heartache by the pound
Get off the ladder, woman; I've got to climb up to the top
Get off the ladder, woman; I've got to climb up
I done wrecked the block
Chop chop
Bunny hop
Trunks pop
Tops drop
Got buys by the fly
Got rocks in my watch
I'm sideways on mine
Finna hit
and Rari's all around me, whoa
She movin' too fast, gotta keep it slow-mo
Walkin' like she fine, she don't need a show-mo
Walkin' down the block, I need
I ain't movin'
Dope flows, this might get us the RICO
Trafficking audio by the boatloads
Twenty bottles, fuck it, go order twenty mo'
Stack
Movin' fast
You been goin' slow
I don’t think you could
Do this anymore
You got different plans
I got different things
I don’t think we could
Ever be
There's three types of niggas in life
Niggas that make it happen
Niggas that watch it happen
And niggas that don't even know what the fuck is
You don't love me no more
Get out my life woman
You don't love me no more
Get out my life woman
You don't love me no more
Get out my eyes
Don't be runnin' up, or we gon bun him up
This stupid nigga shootin', never clap
So I stay to myself
Keep my hand right by side the pole
Watch a nigga
money 7Wayz
Livin it day by day
I got some Food 4 Thought
Why don't you grab a plate
Take a seat and pay attention
Let me demonstrate
Not everything's
Agree
Yea I'm movin hot, I'ma take the lead
Don't compare me, 'cause I'ma different bread
Ay cuz you ain't takin my spot
It's a lot but I'm movin to hot
11 Da Don the truest
I'm unruly if you thinkin you the shit then come and prove it
I done put a infrared beam right on top the toolie
I been lookin
wanna jeet and skeet
Don't use no teeth, gyal give me that slop top (slurp)
I skrrt round town in a drop-top (skrrt)
I like fast cars no stop stop
on the block; the hustle don't stop
It's eat what you kill; that's the model off top
Yeah, it's the A-Town and the H-Town
Tell 'em this the shakedown, lay face
on the block; the hustle don't stop
It's eat what you kill; that's the model off top
Yeah, it's the A-Town and the H-Town
Tell 'em this the shakedown, lay face
on the block; the hustle don't stop
It's eat what you kill; that's the model off top
Yeah, it's the A-Town and the H-Town
Tell 'em this the shakedown, lay face
You don't love me no more
Get out my life woman
You don't love me no more
Get out my life woman
You don't love me no more
Get out my eyes
You don't love me no more
Get out my life woman
You don't love me no more
Get out my life woman
You don't love me no more
Get out my eyes
You don't love me no more
Get out my life woman
You don't love me no more
Get out my life woman
You don't love me no more
Get out my eyes
Chorus:
Runaway, run for your life he's returned...
[Carlos Coy]
I ain't worked in 2 years, guess who's back
Still, my whole albums sell like crack
and recorded by the Dorsey brothers
Orchestra in 1934 and 35
(10) The Piccolino: Dance tune by
And featured in Top Hat
(1935) where Fred Astaire danced
It with
you movin' slow motion
Walkin' pass the Carter, now it's pokie still smokin'
And I could still picture the sports bar
Niggaz think they hot shit
Want a milli I times it by 2
Want a milli I times it by 4
I'm the key I can open the door
Same dude still be in the dorm
Break rules don't follow
then jump the tree tops
Skintone fair, syndrome rare
Depressing, it's unpleasant but the king don't care
Let them all call like my ringtone blare
While
want your friend lil shawty
You know if you snooze you lose
I can't waste no time on no lil' thottie I just want the blue
I don't pay attention to these
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