Lyrics:
like Andre
Cuz he keep dat drum in
If I push da button my niggas is bustin'
They ain't go no chill they be shooting for nothin'
So go head and plot
My
cause it never last long
Da good times da good times just enough to put smile on us
I'm on dat green like some bacon bits
I gotta play for a nic but
Long as all this protection around me I can do what I wanna
I swear dat bit there an angel aye lock dat bitch up wit my paper
Aye go to my muthafuckin
off of yu now here we go
I aint mean it like dat
Yeah I mean it like dat
Many things, had to change
Now I see it like dat
Had switch up my position
Yu ain't gotta think
Many of us died in dis hoe
Take dat to tha bank
We wuz lied and wus told
We all wuz slaves
Brought here and was sold
Even if dat
I see we had a long night last night
10 cops shot, Dallas what it do?
Cashville we on our way (Hey)
I just seen some killer's get some get back
I
was cold
Dats just something in my heart I just had to let go
I was born into rap
Raised by hip hop
Wit nuthin but microphones
In my toy box
I'm musical
’m 404, not found
Yo
Who’s dat don?
Why he lookin’ like that?
Does he know where I’m from?
Does he know what I’m on?
Here for the good time not a long time
:Flourished Amongst Dear * Viewer’s*
The folllowing message ID#00298484 Submitted by : (Member ID /ASCAP MemberName)
I*F£0URi$H€D AM0NGST REED$* by
quack
If u talkin out ya neck u gettin mfin splacked
Yea my girl a lil spoiled dats my mfin brat
I watch da front i know da guyz got my mfin bak
So u
to piss on
I could think a couple of bitches to shit on
And even if I stuttered I would still
Sh-sh-sh-shit on you nigga
How long, how long?
How
Scoop 6-400, of that bomb smoked ass real
High, I can see the homeys pass by
We creep inside, lettin niggas know this Eastside
Now all my
homies getting mad paper
My grind 24/7 this shit does not stop
My grind 24/7 this Shit does not stop
I remember niggas started to doubt
Had to switch
strung out, laid out
She only gave it up because she thought I had some crack
And I won't be strayed by a lame ass dame
Keep my dollars in my pockets
business stay outta this
This a "A" and "B" conversation
Hoe see yo way out of it
See I had to tell dat hoe
That's between me and my woe
Don't come
I had a dream i was rich
So I woke up and roll me a blunt
And went chase me A bag
Can't leave wit out fire
On church no lie
If he try like he high
He
out, laid out
She only gave it up because she thought I had some crack
And I won't be strayed by a lame ass dame
Keep my dollars in my pockets 'cause
'm dead
So if it aint about the paper I leave the bullshit on read
Paper paper paper paper all of it necessary
Gotta chase it no love lost this February
I
Listen, Wiley
I told them youts I'm gone again
See the Devil ain't working
No more no more "vroom my long again"
And if I smell any fire in
too
CELL BLOCK, PLUG 'DAT PUSS!!
It's been too long since I first got the butt
A nut in your mouth
Or on your chin
Five months ago I met you and I
get it on
Here to today, then your gone ? fucking with us
If you talk it up back it up
Paper start stacking up
Niggas start acting up
Let it be
a call of duty lobby
Do you really wanna try me?
I'm tryna build this label ain' nobody gonna stop me
So if you talking rap then you gotta run it by me
If
(Dat Nigga Daz) {Kurupt}]
Fuck you over there
(Party over here)
{And if you want to trip, we got the straps near}
Cause niggas like us do platinum
(Dat Nigga Daz) {Kurupt}]
Fuck you over there
(Party over here)
{And if you want to trip, we got the straps near}
Cause niggas like us do platinum
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