Lyrics:
Shordie ima do you right and I ain't giving this up
If you gotta hold the pipe you finna do it or what
Boy You know im bout that life you fuck wit
of money yeah i need a steady income
All them sleepless nights
Making sure my brothers good yeah we keeping it tight
Just know that I gotchu yeah I gotchu
want to see if you are good and say what is up
Better hold down all that cash, before all that goes away
So my homies are on the track, so you know
tongue b
I'm gettin' blew by a red head white bitch
Like I love my country
I am seldom distracted I know what the facts is
I might sell it to you but ima'
on a naysayer (Naysayer)
Player hater playing tastemaker
With basic flavor (Pff)
Frontin' like you got
Sophisticated tastebuds
You know it ain't safe for
Son if I
for the red
And I brought a mop for the wet
Pop off your top like Moët
Said fuck it I'll sleep when I'm dead
And I got a life I'm tryna live
I realize
gotta' get this shit by any means ain't no option
Kai be lazy off that wocky that's why he always be nodding
I got me a thick lil' bitch I told her make it
grabbin' it by the fist
Shit, I ain't Rick James
But I'm just sayin'
"I'm rich bitch"
Cold coke slang
Got the mother fucking Caine
Running through my veins
talkin'? When you know, brother, get to moppin'
I've been munchin' on Pringles all day, I'm a fat fucker
Shorty say she want me, but I don't even really
the right thing
It's a on sight thing
It's written all over the wall with the writing
And I'm not with the hyping
Man a roar like thunder and strike like
dancing spell my way, I promise to go under it
Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to
Hey, Mr
dancing spell my way, I promise to go under it
Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to
Hey, Mr
by the sea
Circled by the circus sands
With all memory of fate
Driven deep beneath the waves
Let me forget about today until tomorrow
Hey, Mr
your dancing spell my way, I promise to go under it
Hey, Mr. Tambourine man, play a song for me
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going
baby mama eat the dick you know her throat sold
All these niggas trailin' on the gang, they gon' get slumped over
Ridin' the beat like rollercoaster
youknowhatimsaying
But it's what you saying that makes a person know about you
Knowhatimsaying, you know the type of person you is
So it's like really, I'm just
sober-minded
Might spend it overnight with this girl I met just like three seconds ago
But I'm in my head, not letting her know that
I get along real good by
all by lone some
It's always the dope fein tryna lone some
2 lines of codeine it got me on 1
Tolerance lower then Ever I slowed up
That fix really have
breath
It's big ftb yeah we be wit the vets
Too tac know the gang move correct
Give a fuck if he wearing a vest
Imma creep through his block
Sent shots
Yeah Nigga, (young juve) all y'all niggas, (yall know what dis is) we
Don't ride dees no mo nigga, we in
Here wit flats nigga, we sittin' on lebron
Yeah Nigga, (young juve) all y'all niggas, (y'all know what this is)
We don't ride dees no mo nigga,
We in here with flats nigga, we sittin'
Yeah Nigga, (young juve) all y'all niggas, (yall know what dis is) we
Don't ride dees no mo nigga, we in
Here wit flats nigga, we sittin' on lebron
Cut a boy footloose and it leave him shaken
I'm in the field talk on my damn end zone
Cast not or get hit back by your damn stone
Feel me the real see
I made one song, I gave it my all Now all these treeshes is on my dick
Niggas they talkin', get hit with the mop, oh you forgot that I had the stick
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