Lyrics:
And, by the way, your baby
Mamma sucks some good dick, suge
And on some real shit, cuz
You know what's happenin'
I'm just gonna crip on yeah
(This is
rifles
And Das EFX' mask
Red moccasins, Emerald City is my metropolis
I dust rappers
I don't give a fuck what the topic is
You can never win, you're not
and pimpin' ain't easy
But it's necessary
I could feed eyes to a vegetarian
My main bitch said she feelin' secondary
Love you, worry 'bout yourself and not
got no love left for us
This for every Ruby in the south
This for every Rosa on the bus
This for every Michael, Eric, George, Breonna, Alton
Sandra,
is real shit,
I can feel it,
It's the perfect rythm needed at this time to make me feel straight,
Cuz all that's around mes easy to love but some how
up
Ayy, no niggas with not a whole lot of money
Who could still get the bitch that you wanted
Ayy, real nigga energy is perceived
When we step into
little miss trying to be my main
I can feel her pain when she chills on the side
It's not long until the mandem up
Until that day keep your eye
this was a circus
Let me break your fucking bubble
Just cuz you dress a clown in Coach don't mean he'll ever Michael B
Black Eyed Peas
With some gravy
This is everything I love, this is everything I need
Never sacrifice this feeling even though my heart it bleed
This is everything I love, everything I
About clout
Wedda
Taynium
Two of the best artist
And them know bredda
Sometimes
I do this for the family
Not the fans bredda
Love is stronger
Watch
Beotch!
Say that you got it all
Love the way you players ball
Everyday you're at the mall
Tell me is it true or false
Say that you got it all
Love
Beotch!
Say that you got it all
Love the way you players ball
Everyday you're at the mall
Tell me is it true or false
Say that you got it all
Love
buck
The truth is passed up your brain gassed up
Nothing worse than getting real and fake shit mashed up
Know you heard this before
Always rely
a zombie[01:10.10]Once I got something in my head, no one can stop me[01:13.65]She my main thing, bitch, she is my shawty[01:17.16]And I'm speaking real shit, do you
this mail
[Verse 1]
Turn my mail, I talk to rappers when I touch down
I'ma go by me a check with my bitches welfare check
And if I hurt her
Scroll
Jesus was crucified to save my soul
I'm shouting at Satan, "this all you got?"
Call me Mccree, you bout to get shot
This is not just an Animal
Tussinex up in my stomach, this not no robotussin
She can tell I'm on the substance, but she still wanna fuck me
Fuckin' on a opp bitch, till
up
Keep it real, don't front, I am not the rest and this game really doesn't mean much
By the way you act I know you haven't seen much
Remember you
Lucky day!
Night!
How could you ever moisten down?
Extra ordin is not my sound
She better hope
That you've been mine
Mix me over, not left behind!
learned my lessons
By 18 I already had swapped the main (good for you, lets run it)
I just sent bro the beats…I'm not his prod
Left his ass in the street
Love aint got no price tag
Snoop I want you to kick this shit to them niggas
Hmm
Money is flowing everything is fine
I bought my self and uzi
alright
He is the way and the truth and the life
No one comes to the Father except through Christ
For we walk by faith and not by sight
Walk by faith
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, y'all know who this is boy, for real
The art of getting robbed
This is how we do Brooklyn-style, boy, you know what I'm
by Michael Bay
She so fucking goofy, when I fucked her, she said bitch, slay
Bitch, I'm the biggest villain, feel like I'm fucking Slade
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