Lyrics:
good
But I'm the maniac in black, Mr. Snoop Eastwood
So I figure niggaz wouldn't trip with mine
Guess what? Got gaffled by one time
I'm back
the return
I'm on a spiritual high, smoke that lyrical lime
My cutties keep vanilla shit in the sky
Even if it's laced, I roll piff to get by
The burner
Trick you cin' movie in
I tried to give her ass a citation
But she got that counter clap and she started gyrating
I'm thing ‘bout the time and how much
this profit
Back and I'm making up losses
You know that it's me and the boys anytime we come knocking like
Trick or treat, it's Killa B
Knock
gettin booked for shit you could top the prize
And look, I know it's crowded I'm just tryin to get by ya
Slide aside before I decide to slide ya
You in
[Trick Daddy]
Bitch I'll kill ya, fo' night
[Hook: x 2]
I'm goin' all way out bout mine
Best in a biscuit shot bout mine
Hoes get slapped in
In the vicinity, sipping on energy, girl pass the balloon, aye
Ripping a bit of weed, spending I'm spitting
C-notes like I could lose, slay
See you
keep me down 'cause I'm too high
Last year was a bird, that shit flew by
I feel like a dragon yeah that blue eyes
Hop in that coupe let's go
Pull up with
hiding and we up in your school
Through the back so we in with the tool
Off the E-Pill, I'm actin' a fool
Stunt for bitches, you thinkin' you cool
Talkin'
Pull up to the club we be on Banshees and CRs
Ask about us who we are
I'm a young king I'm wassup
I ain't asking for no ride I
Made it here all by
sexy like Veronica
I use sex as an instrument like the philharmonica
No, I ain't tall, but I'm small and I'm slender
Ask him who's been in, shit is like
FLEX
C' mon
I'm a made nigga,
Need a lil wiggle room with the guap so I swear Im at this change different
4 pounds in the trunk I ain't lane switchin
southern California
told you niggaz before shit we right here by the border
So holla at a nigga if you want some marijuana
Blowin’ in traffic nigga fuck
White devils like it
I'm drinking coffee brought to me
By white devils' sidekicks
They askin' if we like to get higher
Like they hired him
Fuck they can't stand up next to me
Competition bring out the best in me
Shit you talkin weirder than Elvis Presley
I'm tryin to blow out
pages
Had to take it to the basics catch me in the kitchen
With the fork by the water like hit it hit it hit it
Money is the outcome Imma Get it Get it
wounds, titty tangling tunes
Musty under arms, soul shlong charm
Bump off in the drums, rhythm on the one
Stankonious under smelling where I'm coming
the fuck up, I'm hard as concrete
Sidewalk gun talk university
Every hood's the same, up in Detroit
I'm with Trick Trick, smoked about three joints
gotta hustle
Man I told I'm not playing move it by the truck load
I got all these different tunes if you wanna bundle
All my n****s know the play we dont
I'm saved by the bell
I started off wit Tim's on my feet north Philly nigga y'all cannot compete I need sum ice For all of this heat if he disrespect
complain, played out by LMFAO
Adele takes home the Grammy, can relate to being homely, can't we?
And she says she's 'proud,' but honestly who owns the stocks?
play with this rap shit you niggas be silly
I'm waiting for sun to come out like it's philly
Get shot in the back and fall down like you ricky
I clay
Mills in Harlem I'm really good
I hit the gardens and run with the G-Boys
Your ass beat like Trick Daddy in Detroit
Like Cali Misfit that hit ATL
Fuck
Paid the debts though I'm feeling shit
Up in my lane up high
I'm a straight up pimp as soon as
The bird lands I'm going to eat
Your trick I'm going to be
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