Lyrics:
'em down
Turn 'em into shopping malls the hood is like a ghost town
Haunted by souls who thought that time stood still
Just live your life
Yo, Yo... what was i....?
Ladies pukin' when they see me, 9 out of 10 women
But the one freak who about it, I put my thing in 'em
X 3
Ladies puking
Shades down, no you can't approach me
I just wanna work on the low-key (Work on the low-key)
Do my own stunts call me Jackie, then I take a hunnid
(Hey, did you hear that?)
Yeah, just get the fuckin' door
Limos, demos and bimbos
(Hey, slow this motherfucker down, man)
Limos, demos and bimbos
the lights, what's the price
Do it twice, not at night
Flip the switch, give me rights
Or I'm putting up a fight
This on God, this my life
Fairly odd, Timmy
give my booty away and keep it tight a'ight
And I'ma walk these dogs so we can live
In a phat-ass crib with thousands of kids
Word life you don't need
This nigga to give it all to me with the cut
Get the door
Yo whats up? What you need?
Hmm? Yeah
I'm out
Hop in the '6-3 Chevy, countin
an attack on
You? Is it control? Why do you
Need to have control over my
Life? because we’re not together?
Then why? Is
This being rewarded and praised by
This the Life that I live it's the Life that I live yehh
And I ain't standing down from no nigga
This the Life that I live it's the Life that I live
bitch I might
Music saved my life
So ima do it right
My weapon is this mic
And shoot you bitch I might
1 2 3 and to the 4 kz records banging
know i been bout it i live it they know i been bout it i live in a lane of my own i've been hated to long so they know that i got to come with it i got
Can I live 'til my last day
Hittin' honies that be nasty
Gettin' money in the fast way
And I only care halfway
But I still can't let you pass me
Can I live 'til my last day
Hittin' honies that be nasty
Gettin' money in the fast way
And I only care halfway
But I still can't let you pass me
priestly medications with that sound coming
through the wall." Thin walls you understand. The Priest put down his
dropper, cold hall, and knocked on the door
Draw down with that Tec and bleed
I'm rockin' v-neck with V's (VVS's)
I pull up with a bitch and let her rip it real rapid
We live by the codes
held accountable, so instead I pass the blame,
besides I wanna live forever like the cast of fame.
serious trouble will pass me by and my life will be
give my booty away and keep it tight a'ight
And I'ma walk these dogs so we can live
In a phat-ass crib with thousands of kids
Word life you don't need
Yeah
Til' I got no more
booking
My down
Two hard girls
On my own
Yeah
Two hard girls
On my own
Yeah
Two hard girls
On my own
My own
On that
Three hard
by how I'm chopping blades
When I drive, I got a big cup of syrup
When I glide, I ride with a couple birds
In my life, I feel like I stand alone
back door
slangin my yae-o
rollin on them po-poes
dropin that viper
smokin that indo
makin that bank roll
Stupid ass bithes
don't you know
Killa
wood from my bats
When they meet, where the fuck y'all at? Forreal
1, 2, X is comin' for you
3, 4, better lock your door
5, 6, get your crucifix
off of my dick?
Words in the way, I'm at lost by 'em
I give you a JFK on the front lawn of MLK in the crossfire (get down, nigga)
I have evolved into
Wonder how you're feeling when you're looking us down
Wonder how you perceive this family now
I really need a chance to grow on my own
But I'm too young
Nigga, you need to git up, git out and git something
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git something
Don't
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