Lyrics:
and bummy and still get the same as a cat that's got fame
I know cats that trip, they're practically paying the bitch
And they can't even play with the clit
standin' full of sin when you fuck wit the boss
Biggest,badest,roughest motha' fucker, but ya still a bitch
I'm comin' in crunker than the others for th fuck
Talk all that… (He got a gun he got a
Gun he got a gun) Jump!
Yeah (yeah yeah yeah) I feel you
I still want you (Make the ghetto theme)
Hahahaah
She always seemed to lead him astray,
She'd filled his tank up for a trip on the dual carriageway,
In his enamored state he'd always obey,
But
Verse 1:
Carrbian I, classy down, headed for a while, beat this bitch by a mile
Cowboy bow push powder through the nile
New legs have green gator
the house, waitin for you to trip
So I can pop in this clip and make your bitch ass strip
Glock parties, block parties, niggas best on burning
'Cause once
and dip, so don't trip, and I flip
Musta been the cause for the action
Reason why a mothafucka had to get checked
Nigga, when I step on the set
Then
You'll never know what happened to me
It's just one of those things
I was sitting by myself
And my thoughts started pouring out
Remember that
Chorus 2x
You climb on a deal wet boys for real
Each and every city club they should feel
All playa hatas gotta bow and kneel
If you try to trip
underneath this weather
When it blows here and gets real cold
I wanna trip myself and fall upon your fabulous sword
And move here by the stained-glass
crossers
My fame slip, that's when I saw the game flip
Gettin' head from a dame's lips on a plane trip
And when I come home I still pack the same clip
to school high
Have yo family askin why
If u ever test boi u dealin wit some niggas that dont go wit disrespect
You can still rep yo set just do it ova there
Swimming in money
Too bad the ending like Gatsby and his goal
I have selfish dreams that I think one day I can get by
But my mentality has something in mind
get my dreams custom made like Prada
Maybe one or two shows out up in Ghana
Knew it was coming but this shit took me by surprise
Boy don dey hustle
you ride for the holidays
Like I'm prancer
Like jcole
Really havin wet dreams
Still gonna make it
Taking team with me
Don't trip
Not leaving without
felt by the real I got plenty
Oh you don't feel me, all my affiliates feeling it
If they edit out the message, tell 'em bring it back
If I said it then I
you but I cannot save you ugh
Want you to go with me but cannot make you
Just finna' make these trips and want to take you ooo
Oh no
Don't want to tame
ain't there
I might change but I'm still stuck in my ways
I fear the day that you don't mention my name
But, guess I'm to blame I always stay by my
dream still working nine to five
Know for a fact my life will change That's why i hold it down
I was lying i was stealing from my mommas purse
Felt so bad
Drips To Water
don't talk about my volume, I stays turnt up, total devestator, to the drip accumulator
calculate the science, don't be blinded by
Dey bab why where the gbana make he hit
I Dey high die and I'm still not deceased
Dem Dey feel me say slim you the hardest
She dey feel we say my crew
bank balance
I made this bank by being good at moving a crowd hotbox the Beamer I'm stirring girlfriend be breaking down
Tarantino we making a movie
Found in
Coloured shades of blue
Violet lights
Kept telling me that I'm hiding from the truth
Lurk in my head around midnight
Trip out and watch my
keep my ideas to myself
Take em when their mine
They never ask if I'm even fine
I guess I'm in this by myself
You reap what you sew
So ill make sure ill
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