Lyrics:
forever
Wakanda Wakanda wakanda forever
Wakanda for real, wakanda Forever
Black M got that wheel black Benz got the leather
And if they come with beef I
of Christ and I made some Grammys
Apart from getting ma soul saved
I just wanna put my city on the map
Make some money
Tell mama to come for the Benz cos
to Get it with the team we up next on the throne
We gon overthrow the king and take over his home
Hopped inside uh Benz gotta thottie from the coast
with you when you got the Fetty Wap
Next thing you know the bitches comin' my way
I'ma pull up in a Benz, I'ma fuck her and her friends
And I send 'em
(You're not alone)
When your house is not a home
And you feel like you don't belong
'Cause all of the love is gone
(You're not alone) Yeah
When your
else by me mane
I tell em float on and go on to the ozone
Im so gone, my blunt like a pole long
I prolong, and hold on
To it like a trombone, I'm so
So come check the magic show by Deshawn,
And witness the way I put you to death with a magic wand.
Turnin' your home to a casket,
Turn your wife
For her recorder
We're not always
Thieves and thugs
And what law says
We gotta sell drugs
I get paid
And I'm making a killin'
But when I come home
I
and Prada girls
And all the ghetto divas in the hood
Women that be steady stackin' ends
Rollin Lexus or Benz with rims and know how to keep it lookin' good
Go
that be steady stackin ends
rollin Lexus or Benz with rims and know how to keep it lookin good
Go on witcha fine thick ass
Somebody gon' snatch you so
My Death Row Chain got a pharaoh face
Medalion you mad we on yea daddy home
Little daddy got to put his family on
Told my mama I'm her daddy too
I
come back I tell Mummy I have to go hard
She say omo mi ko sha ma sor ra Cus what is your own will never pass
you by Will never pass you by Wa wa waa waa
suggest you pout
I'ma send this nigga out, get blessed by the God
Don't get clapped on
Just a young black man with a backbone
In the back come home
couple grams in my drawers
We ain't even in the club and everybody tipsy dog
Down south dope dealing, ride high smoke Phillies
We come watch how I, ride by
Oh yeah muthafucka that's that shit
Oh come on
Ladies make it hot
Thugs make it hot make it pop
[Chorus]
Oo-chie wally wally, oo-chie bang
cause I got to make it back home
Pray for me, cause this world could be so cold
Some nigga pulled a pistol cause he mad at my car
He said fuck your Audi,
want to be,
You're gonna have to learn pimpology.
Pimpology, a pimp's profession.
Can't be effected by the Great Depression.
So if you want to be
profession.
Can't be effected by the Great Depression.
So if you want to be giant sized,
Come to my school. Get pimp-matized.
In your school, what do they
back when New York was dirty
Hat low wit two box cutters in my certy
Queens was my residence, AQ
Marine Terrace, right by the water, the greatest view
next nigga stunt gon' get dumped on
Yeah, Dawg home
I break your jaw bone
And the '8 make you lose more weight than Star Jones
Rappers don't come
gettin' it by herself
Dancin' in the clubs, sellin' off some pounds
She even do taxes when the season come around
She had a dream like Martin to get up out
[Chorus: Repeat 4x]
Gotta make the paper
Can't let the paper make me
La di da di da di da
Thug come up in a fresh white Benz
Baby mama
by inches, he sprinted
Some of his boys on the corner was who your bullets entered
Two of em pull through but one didn't, son's finished
You took
him by inches, he sprinted
Some of his boys on the corner was who your bullets entered
Two of 'em pull through, but one didn't, son's finished
You took
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