Lyrics:
to flashin' shit up like a camera
That phone ring, I'm baggin' shit up but I ain't trappin' her
You been at their throat lil' dawg, I ain't mad at ya
This
niggas, stay the fuck up out my way
I be true O.G., you can quote what I say
I'm a H-town nigga from around the way
Southside, ridin' dirty like I'm UGK
have seen (I will)
I'll do this for my fucking team
From the N.A.P nigga you know it's on (You know it's on)
Trapping fresh to def Mr. Put it on (Ice put
bitch like me and I don't know her
all up on me at the show I'm tryin' to control her
you hatin' from afar she tryin' to get closer
sittin' with me
beezies
By my side
Cas i make this shit look easy
I'm from the cpt
So, rest in peace eazy
And mac d.r.e
Back to the bay
Briefly
Aye
We get hyphy on the beat
Got a lot on my mind lil shawty
Ima pour a six lil baby
Im out my body shawty I been wilding out ouuu
Come and ride with a g lil bae
Come smoke a lil
Muppet Show
That ain't even none of my business though
Whatever's your cup of tea
Even lil' Niemah voted for Hillary
I'm a entity, never mind my
hoes
Catch me on Milwaukee at Lil Woodys wit 2 bestfriends
By end of the night I'm fucking bestfriends
I know her mans prolly mad he be hating on me
I'm going reckless Mr T. with the necklace, luxury Lexus
I'm going reckless Mr T. with the necklace, luxury Lexus
I'm going reckless Mr T. with
a bloody bloody, mess, I'm serving you none the less
? that crazy motherfucker from the world's most dangerous group
Mo Thugs Nation, ? on your life
with the blues (ooh)
Going Mr. T with the jewels (ooh)
Get salt over by your boo (ooh)
I ain't never kickin' no spooks
Nigga say he thinkin' bout
posted by my door
I'm from Da No
Yeah I stay Polo to the floor
Ooh, my money long, I cut my homies short
From Golden Acres, what it is
It really ain't i
Somali dad ran away from a war
Now his son's in a war, that's the cycle we're in
I know niggas that didn't do time in a bin
That have never had freedom
Wockyboys wockiana up in his bitch, uh, Bape Starr, yeah, and it's like, uh
Shit's it's like fuck the police like N.W.A. Hit that lil' bitch from
Mr Johnny wants to be my suga daddy
And I don't mind being his suga baby
When my cousin came and told me that he wanted me
I looked at him
mind is changed
You better get outta the way
I'm sick and so fuckin pissed of hoes
Gettin pistols on then they act like they dangerous
Sit alone better
from that Woodlawn Park
Now young Aminé pushin' push to start
Mr. Yellowman got himself a lil' jam
Made my fetty in Japan, 'cause I do this shit for
though
The loud wild off the gate, don't need your molly
As a git, you scraped the candy, Mr. Charlie
Nowadays I ride a foreign by Mr. Charlie
I got
though
The loud wild off the gate, don't need your molly
As a git, you scraped the candy, Mr. Charlie
Nowadays I ride a foreign by Mr. Charlie
I got
My nigga, we alley
Nigga, we alley
Whoa
[Mr. Ball]
We some alley muh'fuckas from the ATL, Georgia boys
We came to bring the noise, and we got them
lil' partner)
And so we fell off the spinning tops (I should've spit on it when I finished, ya heard me?)
Don't know, maybe for trial (ATL)
Retarded
to heaven
All Of my brethren, call ‘em by column so you where know i'm excelling
The beat leans on my words, addiction to assembling
Vocabulary aerial
The lyrics specific, the ocean Pacific
The album explicit and I'm only spitting the truth
And if by lake or by river the water be working, the Nibo be lurking
me, I sense the jealousy
I got telepathy, I got the recipe
I got the streets and I don't got no felonies
Forward thinking yeah my mind is ahead of me
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