Lyrics:
face face
No other nigga's
Songs dropping like the bass bass bass do
Thunder blunt keep
It a hunnid some it laced laced k 2
At the summit hoe you
I ain't even smooth with my bullshit, I do it right in her face
It ain't like I don't love her, already gave her that ring
I hope you know, hope you
I ain't even smooth with my bullshit, I do it right in her face
It ain't like I don't love her, already gave her that ring
I hope you know, hope you
Girl, you got me in my feelings Can't see myself with another
And she sayin' how she like it, mmm Every time I fuck her harder, yeah
Just keep your
Griselda keep winnin', you don't know how to stop it, do you? (Ha)
In the end, I'm gon' be on top as usual (I'ma be on top, nigga)
I been keepin' it
MTV with Kurt Lod'
With the Q-four-feezy, be hurtin folks
Keep the bird toast, black handle, horoscope hood scandle
You the type of niggas puffin in
Lemme shout out Bobby
'cause 6ix in there like "Oh my goodness"
Nah, I just did that for the adlib keep that
(Squad)
Yeah, oh my goodness, oh my
and they controlled by the fuckin' money
But, I come from nothin', and for that right reason
I don't give a fuck 'bout goin' back to nothin'
And, it heart
slow it down I gotta catch my breathe
You've been gettin over him
I've been gettin over her
Why don't we just keep each other company tonight
Make your
(Wake the)
(Wake the fuck up)
Wake up
Wake up
Wake up
Wake up
Out my slumber, out my sleep I come
Meet me its Bobby Young
All this time I ain't
to the sky, they tellin' me
that I'm talented So I'ma keep doin' this shit for y'all
He love the streets, but so much shit that's comin' behind it
I'm smokin'
they lookin' up to me
Nah, fuck the feelings bitch, you feeling alright
I stick to smoking by the O and yeah my feelings are light
I keep it real already
down forreal
You know how I'm coming
Everything to get it right
It's just gone keep comin
An when I gotchu by my side I'm at the top of it
I done came up
you could get popped right now
Me don't play, I keep a gun around my way
Cause I'm a fuckin' drama king like my nigga Kayslay
Sex, drugs, money,
hum too
Some shoes, gotta be twenty man
It's not even funny they can't breathe
The choke holds too tight
The left looks too right
You know what?
make it hot
He gonna lick that clit and taste the right spot
If your ho only know
That she was getting fucked on the 7th floor
If that bitch only knew
Yeah
You know, technically
I'm not even really supposed to be here right now
So fuck it
Might as well make the most of it
(Amen) yeah
(Amen)
The world listened? Cool. What’s next?
We gotta try to keep that fire lit right where our heart is
They indicted a couple of police, but we will finish what
right
Everybody tellin' me that he's in heaven
He's probably smilin' down on us right now
But judgin' by the kind of stuff he was all mixed up in
right
Everybody tellin' me that he's in heaven
He's probably smilin' down on us right now
But judgin' by the kind of stuff he was all mixed up in
And I keep shitting on the competition (Freebase)
I'ma bout to put up me out a shit tape (Freebase)
Just went playin' by no rules (Freebase)
Every
with a burden
Ran off on the plug with a pound, I was
Got this shit up out the mud like a bug
Now I'm dirty
Pocket watchin' ass niggas tryna keep it
Now
long as you're still hurtin' me
And as I turn onto your street
It's like I'm pressing on a bruise
To see if it still hurts
Right now that's all I've got
keep ya chains tucked,
all my thugs give me love, keep it gangsta,
all the ballas if you ballin put ya banks up,
got shotcallas, givin orders by
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