Lyrics:
who was tryna line me
Posted up right by the store
Used to call it papi's
With code red he gave that look
He like do you copy
Nigga talkin bout gang in
tomato
Before I go you better tell me you love me like Demi Lovato
And my shawty a model, mm mm
I'm just tryna get it in, I'm just tryna get some wins
If
not glad
Better get to a bag
Cuz like ye n em said
Lil ma want yo cash
And if yo ain't got it
She gon hit the dash
Leave you in ya feelings
And down
a fuck bout showing love most niggas just leech from me
So ain't about a dollar broke nigga don't speak to me
Usually riding by myself if not I got some
You ain't gonna tell me what I am or ain't, I got the mind of a mobster.
Got my back to the ropes, pen and pad and I'm about to make a hit like
blues they are for strictly me and my gang
You steady swervin dawgie better stay in yo lane
Play yo part
Muscle up
Just do anything but bite
Stupid pussy
was gon my dick on you hoes
Come you a O better yet come make it a 4 and if you can catch I'll throw
Straight out the gate went and cop me a 4 you
Give me the yeah
Yeah yeah give me the
Yo, yo what did we say it was?
Give me the what?
Oh yeah
Gimme the crown
I'm feeling limitless, I been
don’t play with it
I could get you a slow death quick
I could make it make sense
Don’t play with me
5 bills round here
Get you get
Get you lined by
me (yuh)
I go off dome like I'm mahfuckin dean
Nothin for free bitch I'm uppin my fee
I met yo bitch and now I got her feignin
I met yo bitch and now
kids, we gotta do better in our life
Make our time make sense
They wanna talk business, I told them Business cost
They only worried bout hoes, I'm
changed since
Say that you focused on dollars but you cant make cents
But if you
If you take me there
Then ima take you there
And if you take me there
Flooded my wrist, walk in the spot and I turn it up
Stand up guy yeah I stand it up
I keep my fire, bitch I'm fed up
Mama told me "Make the bed up"
Ever
calm, calm, calm
Lyrics for lyrics, calm
Yeah, hear me on the radio, wah gwan?
See me on the TV, hi mum
Murk MCs when the mic's in my palm
Lyrics
Who never had a choice
But I made a choice
Not to be drowned by their voice
They can’t break me
No matter how it be
I’m still a real gee
And I’ll get
on a note
Asking God for a better life and I quote and I quote
Pariah Parabols pack a bowl
Men a search for things that'll make him feel whole
He's got
the Motts I knots by the chance
I rain dance I rain dance
But steppin' just a bit, I don't need another shadow
Makes makes is gonna be the new man's
work, he got a brick presser
Remixing Chanel with the Dior, I make the bitch better
I'm gon hit her every time she come, cause I'm a big stepper
Gucci,
So if you don't want trouble then you'd better just pass me on by
As far as I'm concerned there ain't no excuse
For the raping and the killing
So if you don't want trouble then you'd better just pass me on by
As far as I'm concerned there ain't no excuse
For the raping and the killing
and actin' crazy
I'm movin' on to somebody that deserves me
Why when I call yo phone you did me dirty
I ain't deserve that
You don't deserve me
So when you
ne, two, three and to the fo'
Snoop Doggy Dogg and Dr. Dre is at the do'
Ready to make an entrance, so back on up
('Cause you know about to rip shit
blow.
Show me 700 for, by all means I was going to blow.
Partner made that, hop in the Enzo.
Yea that bitch gotta blow.
Better tie her to the car
the most, yo, Simon says
If your partner's face is in place with your taste
Then haste, you better push up, no time to waste
So if you're with it, you
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