Lyrics:
boi a geeker
Wantin more den the green
Movin sideways
Checker pieces in da street
Nigga step to me
Last resort is up my sleeve
Buju sama shotta
But I
Whispers of an empty shell
Goin' back at it again
Started it slow now we're stuck in a deadlock
Nothin' the same as it was
Thinkin' but what in the hell does
a bowl full of jelly
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf
and I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself
A wink of his eye and a twist
of myself!
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
of myself!
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
of myself!
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
of myself!
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
Let me start this off by sayin I am far from perfect
And I don't mean that I'm terrible and an awful person
It's just that people didn't help me when
up my sleeve with my heart up on it
Sick of negativity it's a plague Bubonic
Find it ironic
How I'm chubby n out of shape
But still somehow
Run
blesser Heard you doin betterfrom a boss bitch I expect nothin lesser Money on the dresser same one I built helped you put it all togetherchess no checkers
a boss bitch I expect nothin lesser Money on the dresser same one I built helped you put it all togetherchess no checkers dead all them hoes I'll puttem
Gone start yelling
I Pull off like it aint Nothin
You know this Life's a race but i aint Runnin
It's been a hella of a day
I'm trying to get back to this
she think I lack compassion (what?)
Maybe a fact, but, um-
Too many chances I done took, nigga never said that I looked up
Y'all got me fucked up,
swishers
Backwoods put a couple G's then I twist up
Chevy on go, but I'm plotting on Tesla
I ain't slowing down you better catch up
We just had to do it they
to get their chain back
It's like an open air prison and it remain packed
Nothin' but straight facts
Any vibe for the people by the people
Ya-ya, giddy up
a barber at night school/
The drugs got me chubby, but the bitches still love me/
Who the hell wanna rush me? My specialty is punchin/
I’m livin off
a few hundred
But the shit make a livin'
Know how I'm comin'
Ain't no room to forget it
Get right (Get right, Get right)
Get right (Get right, Get right)
come
Feel like I'm in quicksand without a way to come up
Shit, I got visions of livin' good, turning nothin' to something
But everybody want the same,
thought I was a criminal
Use my lyrics deadly, just like a chemical
It's essential to my path, it's my limit
But I go overboard by the time that I finish
shots on dat drum
Said they want me but I ain't scared, we go to war where I'm from
Most of my niggas up in jail and half got killed by a gun
187 we be
off nothin' to motherfuckin' floor
Couple niggas be hatin', I just be like, 'So?'
I don't ever get mad, I just get that doe
If the shit get bad, then I
off nothin' to motherfuckin' floor
Couple niggas be hatin', I just be like, 'So?'
I don't ever get mad, I just get that doe
If the shit get bad, then I
Single feather on the bird
Cents that I earn make sense
In the world where nothin' makes sense but the twists and turns
Should I even be sayin' words? I
nothin' stops my chips
I boss play you with this, then twist you lame tricks
Holler if you understand my plan, ladies
Fuck havin' babies by them shady
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