Lyrics:
by the moon sign
We be movin' smooth now
I've been at it all night
Slavin's all I do now
Make this shit my whole life
Oh yeah yeah
It's off with they
bitch
Mortal combat we finish him
His homie too
Mooce tell them boys don't play with you
He gon pick yo grave for you
Yo mama too
I pick and choose what
Hottest in the city, hottest in the city
Hottest in the city
Ain't nobody gon' top it
Hottest in the city, hottest in the city
Hottest in the city
clothes
Don't need yo advice, I did this shit right here right by my lonely
Talking about forty racks, I got it on me
Lil' bro, yeah, he off the pack, look
fooled by both them dimples on your face
'Cause when we danced, I felt that fifth all on yo waist
And you know
Heat rooms like a thermometer
Two-forty
till that motherfucker crashes
Then all yo baggage gon be wet
He gon make you look like a fool
While you sticking out your neck
He gon hop on your nerves
check
When you come home from work, I'm gon' make you do more work
Pour some wine in the cup, sip-sippin' on sizzurp
Oh, now we gon' make love
the law and the act,
And all he get to do, is eat that funky hoe from the back.
On top of that,
The bitch fat!!!
Makin' a career off this nigga,
some bitch holdin' his money down hostage.
Got keys to his cottage, done changed the law and the act,
and all he get to do, is eat that funky hoe
Everybody, everybody
Everybody
Everybody sit your bitch ass down and
Listen to this true mothafuckin' story told by Kendrick Lamar on Rosecrans,
you saw a future, in return got blank stares
Hard to keep strong, independent you hate tears
Being overly dedicated years
So what you gon' do when it’s
don't)
How you gon' judge me, I move with the money (Uh huh)
I count up the bands while I'm doin' my dougie (Doin' my dougie)
Yo' bitch say she love me,
we gon send a bad bitch to distract yo ass
Pack yo bags
Then italian mob whack yo ass
And thatz real
On gang
Fuck all the talk
We want all the smoke
in yo garden like a gnome
Ain't gon' speak on open cases but they known for kickin' doors
Ain't gon' speak on open cases gotta wait until they closed
asking these questions to know how you feel inside
Baby are you down to ride?, if I do a drill are you gon be the one to drive?
I'm asking these questions
me dead forever I'm balling (Foreva foreva)
Foreva I'm Balling
Yeah Yeah
Get by any means
Get it regardless (Get Regardless)
Yeah Yeah
Get by any means
forever I'm balling (Foreva foreva)
Foreva I'm Balling
Yeah Yeah
Get by any means
Get it regardless (Get Regardless)
Yeah Yeah
Get by any means
Get it
a lame hoe
These bullets gon' dance gon' make 'em do Tango
That nigga a hoe I call 'em Django
Bitch ass nigga X 'em out the frame tho
Bitch on my dick I
Who gon' believe you if
You don’t believe yo'self? Yeah, oh
You gotta stay true to yoself
Before you fix yo' mouth to
Tell me that you love
You
give you hiccups
Can't be scared you gon slip up
Now you kno you gon choke
WHAT
WHAT
High five won't you give me yo soul
Drive by
Do the dash
shit on yo bih
Push one button wanna start my shit
Rip Dolph never flipped no brick
Never seen a mob make hits like this
Money gon stack nigga flip by
da kisses but you gon' sale dat ass
Real pimps shit, yeah, I keep an hour glass
Now young shawties saleing by the hour ass
I don't give 'em nothin'
Everything gon change
We aint come here to play
You go to take it day by day
And just find a way
Everything gon change
We aint come here to play
You
was
Give 'em the finger, and all my homies go
Yo, this how we gonna do this in the nine-trey, y'know?
Throw your fingers up
You know? They gon
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