Lyrics:
uh blues clues
Grew up a savage hustling for new shoes
I got the juice uh yo gotti
Oh yo homie he was just a body
I did the race uh tayk
My vid got
I'm back
For a pretty penny I'll snap
And if you ain't gang I ain't gettin on yo' track
He a loser
Boy that nigga never win
Every time I walk by all she
it, stop, format it
Yo old bitch ain’t have shit
Anything I want I grab it
Where the ice to my patek
Need a nigga with hustle habits
Booty good so
Yeah
I a never fake it
Young nigga push Ps, and go on base runs
A young nigga turnt, trim to the face up
Bouta get us out the hood
I'm the ticket
a lil’-short-fine-bitch-gizzle boy!
That mean knifin' yo bitch, and
That mean poppin’ yo bitch, i!
Still get them big Nicks from Wal
Nigga you could that X from Slice
And he off
we thuggin' forever (yeah!)
Shit was treacherous in my hood, nigga (every man for they self)
Richest nigga in my hood, nigga, huh, yeah yeah
(Do
you ain't never gone be able stop me
Nah, nah
Yo this AntDub
Young Ant gone be bussing quick
Cause life is my horny bitch
I don't care, cause I'mma
must think that he bulletproof
I'm in the back of the trap, I'm surrounded by killers too
Play ya cards right niggas' envy you
Bitch, I been thuggin
Hennisey, And Blowin Up My Enemies
Ya'll Niggas Remember Me? Not Because The Bird's Tennekee
But Young Buck Been A G', I Give A Fuck Who You Be Boy
I Want
a hunnit gram blunt, and I only smoke runts,
Cuz it got a little kick to it
Swag on a hunnit round mag
And a nigga 'bout to blast
And I'm right up on yo ass
cause this bitch just came and sat on my dick before
Niggas be tender as hell and ready to die, this ain't what you want
And I ain't tryna hear no
to this, this aint nothing new Young turnt nigga and i promise i aint trying
Baby come on over and catch a flight with the pilot Jokes on you I'll forever be
They say
Influenced by crime, addicted to grindin'
Where I can pile up my chips
And niggas call me a timer
I been ballin' since my adolescent
They say
Influenced by crime, addicted to grindin'
Where I can pile up my chips
And niggas call me a timer
I been ballin' since my adolescent
a nigga shot at me (grra, grra)
I'm out here night by night, ain't a real nigga in sight (real)
So I picked up me a mic, two hundred dollars a night
‘bout it
We hit yo’ block, we ain’t stoppin’
All of my niggas ‘bout drama
If it’s a problem, wе poppin’
Shot in his head with a 40
Dave got hit with
Watch yo head tell a nigga get low
Place my bet young nigga its on
Why the fuck this bitch keep on hittin' my phone
Hang him by the legs he done did me
me a shotty
I'ma jump out and go swish somebody
Mournin' witness, we hush yo' lip
Lately I've been feelin' like this that bitch
I'ma quit thuggin
these niggas ain't got no cars today, man
My car was so pretty, I ride by, niggas' dicks get hard
You dig what I'm sayin?
[Young hustler:]
Ha-ha, man,
I done came up off of dope (work)
Young nigga get alotta money
'Cause I grind hard and I save up
Lot of bitches comin' out of pocket
So
While y’all niggas loafing
I know they watching
So I’m gonna blow it
Just like a ocean
I keep yo bitch on me
She loving my potion
She started dancing
I’m
Up that fye right up on him, I made em give it up
Nigga just started thuggin', boy you ain't did enough
And you went fumbles the bag, I went had
Man, somethin ain't right
You just get P on the phone
c'mon..
[Silkk]
Yo, 2000 nigga (2000 nigga)
3 Strikes (next millenium)
No Limit,
Yo yo life is hard so I dedicate to God
Mad cats sell coke tryin not to starve
Young girls sell vagina from Jersey to Carolina
Saw moms
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