Lyrics:
And you got your daddy and you know who your daddy is don't you?
Fuck that
If you want to play you answer me who's your daddy when I ask you
Who is your
not a 41
Try again, bitch, I'm not one of them
Glock cocked, I be done shot one of them
They ain't know I had the gun
When they let me in
You know I got
in the PM
Like the football league
That shit's going straight into divisions
We're some real drug dealers
You won't need a prescription
All of my
Call me in the am
Call me in the pm
Call me when he putting on his shoes and leaving
You know you need it
Check the clock time say demon
saying
Yeah yeah RMC let's get this man
Fuck on a Thalia, a Thalia
Told her when I make it she gon' suck while i whip an Italia
458, La Ferarria (La
from the balcony
Did this by myself I ain't need no one to vouch for me
Way too smooth they gon' think I'm doing alchemy
Life had improved when I started
It's 7:15 and I find you're gone
By 10 to 11 you text
Telling me you're done
3pm I'm pulling up
Outside your house
Guess I can't let you go (no)
Not
on first." Costello: "What are you asking me for?"
"Reports from the new Germany tell of horrors leading to the total extermination of the Jews of Europe."
"Let me tell you something, Mark
Don't worry about it, she's always had a mouth on her"
I said, "I know, but she's your sister, I've got her back
You
to the p.m
Oh, a.m. to the p.m
Shawty, I'm up, a.m. to the p.m
Niggas feel some type of way
They never say it when I see them, shawty
Yeah, they with five
rap
When I came I was ready a full pack
Told you rappers I got 9 lives in my luggage
But you can never let the cat out of my bag
You think you go
runnin', and runnin', runnin'
And runnin', runnin', and runnin', runnin' and
In this context, there's no disrespect
So when I bust my rhyme, you break
runnin', and runnin', runnin'
And runnin', runnin', and runnin', runnin' and
In this context, there's no disrespect
So when I bust my rhyme, you break
runnin', and runnin', runnin'
And runnin', runnin', and runnin', runnin' and
In this context, there's no disrespect
So when I bust my rhyme, you break
runnin'
And runnin', runnin' and runnin', runnin'
And runnin', runnin' and
In this context there's no disrespect
So when I bust my rhyme, you break
G-Unit, mothafucker, we ballin'
Catch me count cheese and when I'm callin', can you accept my call?
C.O. let me sip on Hennessey, "Can I sip some more?"
AND you BOB YA HEAD AND I HIT DA WEED LIKE FATHER LIKE SON WE HIT DA STREETS LIL NIGGA you GON BE JUS LIKE ME HELL YEA I'm A GOOD DAD BUT IONO IF DATS GOOD
on my face, load the choppers Mook
Don't shoot
I'm the spook who sat by the front door
With the chrome, desert eagle, 44
Let me begin by say I'm
if you promise to be true (you promise?)
I will never put my hands on you, come on, and think about it
If you gon' stand by me (if you gon' stand
butter to the jam, so jam
Start in the PM, and end in the AM
I spit Stride flows, getting hit by the ram
I patrol control, so a fucking controller
wit' me
When a rich nigga want you
And your nigga can't do nothing for ya
Oh, these hoes ain't loyal
Whoa, these hoes ain't loyal
Yeah, yeah, let
mean to me
Diamonds gon blush on they face when you let it breath
All of my L's turn to dust or a memory
Feeling no way I'm untouched I just let it be
smoking' by the pint
Little shortie, see you at night
Crowd on there feet, while im on the stage
Why they come to me, when they see I made a change
Life is
the people wanna (c'mon)
Let's go cause you know we go'n fly (go'n fly)
Get ?
Everybody get, get
Now I wanna see all a my people form a line
If ya with me
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