Lyrics:
on the porch
Got placed in the morgue
Whats love
Wussup
Give it to the ladies in the club
I left out the back throwing up
Had stacks full of ones niggas don't
a wallet full of dollars
Even a scholar
Of Cabala doesn't get followed
The only one that got it like that solid is god, kid
Cause he's brolicy, understands
percussion
Now why you talkin' shit that be the motto
Beast mode straight up out the jungle
Catch me out in Vegas at the brothel
Skrrt off that sooby full
percussion
Now why you talkin' shit that be the motto
Beast mode straight up out the jungle
Catch me out in Vegas at the brothel
Skrrt off that sooby full
mouth full of fluoride
Gucci glasses, four eyes
Two twos, three four fives
Throwing so much money in the strip club
It look like I'm tryna make the floor
of here soon
This block's getting worse by the hour!
You can't even go to a club with a friend
Without having somebody shove you!
Ay, por favor
Today we're gonna do something scary
We're venturing into the mind of young black males
Let's take a peak...
[ Young Lay ]
Cuddies perved by
Minuets turned to hours
Motivated by the money
A passion for the power
Cowards talked very seldom acted
Bitches with nothing
To do but hate on staks shit
moments
Minuets turned to hours
Motivated by the money
A passion for the power
Cowards talked very seldom acted
Bitches with nothing to do but hate
run out
Sun burn out and all hell freezes over
When Babylon fall, I'll be by the shoulder
Of the Most High
Laughing my balls off like good riddance
four
Street soldiers y’all know we shine yo
Streets is the jungle
Got to survive yo
Shit is live yo
The vibe from five o
They don’t drive by
And niggas
getting cake
Niggas in the club can't even
Buy a bitch a drank
Money counter plugged up right
By the kitchen sink
Take me 10 minutes to count a 50 piece
You
Top floor of the view alone will leave you breathless
Try to catch it, it's kinda hard
Getting choked by detectives yeah, yeah, now check the method
up the charts with number one hits
Shoot up the club with a full clip
How you like us now? The whole world till I dig, yeah
Hip-hop, the love of my
Pile into the Hoo-ride, seats recline
Stop at the weedspot, order up another
This is how we do it, MUTHAFUCKA
CD burned full of old school tracks
Here you come
With your swords and clubs
Thinking that
You're gonna fight today
Small applause for your
Rebel cause, cause My
Feet are walking by
my cash and fucked them fans
He move too smart, can't trust no man
Let's have a baby, little bae
Damn, he gon' bust it out the window
And I got that
Rock a winter pair of flip-flops
Dropped my drink at the Japanese drugstore
What's the first rule of Fight Club?
Sipping gin at the Vali-Hi Drive-In,
don't throw away dough on no facials
Yeah I make rolls of my pennies, I even pay folks
In clubs out this case full of pesos I lug
(Bro, get 'em
Get my own bling bling,Pocket full of ching,
Top of the class when the bell go ding,
Shawty so fly,shawty so fresh,
you can tell shes a dime by
now
Staying with my dogs you know we stay lockdown
Aye, yeah, turned up off Ciroc
Throwing down shots like we down by a lot
Hoes standing at attention
the corner
bought your glock
buddy I'm still goin half full of quarters big boy
runnin naked no voice
nature raised a big thug
Yall gangsters by choice
I'm bad
Rose Gold
You Can Catch Mepowin 4's In Da Club Wit My Homie
Hoes Pullin On A Nigga Like He Kobe Damn
Fresh Cut Shined Up Bones, (Shine Em Up)
Throw
know alot of thugs
Black flag and a black pair or prada studs
The industry full of all
These fake rappin thugs
Ask about me in the hood
I'm not an actin
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