Lyrics:
the muthafuckin niggas with his tech.
He offered me a job said he'd front me what I needed
I said that I was with it dreamin one day I would be..
Mr. Big!
chorus:
She in love with Tha Kid
Like a pedo
I don’t sing falsetto
But she looking mad fine, call her Modelo
Yeah
Yeah call her modelo
Man I’m tryna
Get
take is one to tha' head, bahdi-by-by, you rest
Solja-Rees and 'Bauds, that is how I'm dressed
I represent to tha fullest, nigga, in a Rolex
Roamin'
Sex, Ima Expert
You Gon Love A Nigga Bet By Tha Next Verse
Raw, Set, Thaz Right (Thaz Right)
Lets Ride (Lets Ride)Cruz Slow
Thaz How Stretched Out In Tha
planted tha seeds and help ease lil boys and girls ease
There minds and I ain't talkin bout smokin weed
Tha word is all you need follow my lead
I
boy
[Verse 1-DJ Paul:]
Now as I run through tha trees with my infiltry
I got my M16 and my artilary
I got my full blooded soldiers in tha back
kid
(Ay look)
Lil n**** done got him sum
(I did)
Young n**** done stacked up a knot
(I did)
And wat i been doin
Smokin out tha p
I be high as a dove
'm the creator, I made that shit great
Long live Tha King
Long live Tha King
Long live Tha King
Long live Tha King
Bitch I said I was a king by 8 but I'm 19 now
and tha envy in yo eyes
Now call me a lie
While you five stand by I stand by tha captain
Hoe play now did somebody page Samson
I stay cheefin' higha
The stronger it gets
With death life the longer it gets
I know it’s hard to admit
That you follow some bullshit
Swallow the wrong pill looking for mr bill
by the way that I been talking
Cuz when money talk, it about me, I know
I was voted most likely to flip the script on these bitches
Mr. Unpredictable,
contact gimme a god damned
Ereytime your gal is in my mind
Ya need ta git it on tha line
And kick off tha hoe all tha time
But I don't really care what
they claim/
i'm a head of tha game /
'cause they call me beretta 'cause i'm sprayin ya brain/
Lil Blake a.k.a Beretta High Point, NC 27260
Bad Lil vibe pussy tight, you know that head right
I’m good luv enjoy, Monique Whisett on tha first flight
Poppin hella bars, got me feeling like
hhmnemms Thank you lord
I'm getting bored pour a 6
Foe tha 6 pour sum more
Cost some paper live yo life
Des niggas dieing by tha sword
Cuz done hit another
Never thought I would rap I can sing a lil bit
Suppressor on tha chop let det bih hold a tune
Fuck all tha opps Ian sending no diss
Put li twin
I'mma die by the trigger
Die by the trigger, Die by the trigger, Die by the trigger
Now yall gon miss me (If I let lil woedee kill me)
Now yall gon miss
he gone buss somethin/
One phone call away, lil Kutt a killa he gone touch somethin/
I'm 19, blessed by tha best its fvck a teflon/
Hook
I got no
Six 'n tha mornin' police at my do' *door knocking*
Fresh Nike's squeak across my bathroom flo'
Out my back window I made my escape
Didn't even
the west
Heard they gotta couple banks in town that ain't been held up yet
Well uh, I oughta make it by sundown
I figure that's enough time to get tha
and tha envy in yo eyes
Now call me a lie
While you five stand by I stand by tha captain
Hoe play now did somebody page Samson
I stay cheefin' higha
in posission (Owh!)
To ride wit' a nigga, and make his own bread
Can't give him tha world but hayell, I did what I can
He got a lil' man dat he called
Put my heart on tha track, words can't express
Let you feel the pain, turn lyrics into flesh
Put my heart on tha track, so you know how I feel
Lil
the most
Want my attention thats a no
After im done with you
Tell lil mama she can go
I beat it up
These bitches aint shit they quick to fuck
Niggas be
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