Lyrics:
on them hunnids, no they can't fuck my groove
Annie are you okay? Are you okay? I'm smooth
Just because I'm a player don't mean I play by the rules
Tell
hearings on my record
Tell em' other gangsters silence
For the record
Tell the world I know it's too late
Boys and girls, I think I gone cray
Drown inside my
Yeah, yeah
When that rain tries to ruin my life
When that pain won't rise
Aye Imma tell em I
Aye tell me who stopping you
Ain’t nobody blocking you
Minus the teeth
Saved by the bell
Screech
Yea ima cannibal
Feast
No I can’t eat it
She couldn’t believe it
Baby be deep in the streets
Boy ima animal
this fresh package
(Endorsed by so mean) bad Boy Headquarter
Your motherfuckin' boy Montana
(RNS real nigga shit) red talk to em
Woooooooo (Shakedown)
Ay
weight but I'm still standin' up straight, Josephine
Tell my children I miss 'em and wish I could kiss 'em once more
Bet they've grown a foot since
Life handed me lemons
I jump back in the public eye and squirted lemon juice in it
By now you just wish I'd fucking die but I electrify
Get
Alright, alright.
Thank you so much ladies and gentlemen right here,
Right here I want to tell you a little story.
This is about a country boy
and mistreated
By His name we casting out demons
Step on the block where they're scheming
Demonic influence beneath 'em temptation is easy
Shackles and chains my
Halal Feathers yeah
Press Machine, Press Machine ano Gang
Wassi Gang huh?
Tell 'em that we make it happen
Tell 'em that we make it happen
Tell 'em
bright blue
So called beef with you-know-who fuck it
He just let em kill all of our troops
Look at the bullshit we been through
Had our niggas sitting
had a code of conduct and a ecosystem
Taking the time to tell old Atlanta we really miss 'em
What happened to Atlanta?
We went from repping zones
yeah, wow
No revolutionary gets old or so I'm told
You're left full of bullet holes when you tell the people go free
Oh, it's a matter of days before
tissues for your issues tell 'em blow this (bitch)
Make my money, walk straight ahead now
They countin' every day down, waitin' on me long
You know
yoself got you clutching on yo own
It's a shame how the niggas that tell you to trust em the most
Be the main ones lead you wrong
Its a shame how
He said pull up, felt a switch hiss through the air
Bleeding out he pray to god
She tell him life ain't fair
I tell all my demons we can do it
We can
my bad
Had to tell that boy to come fight back
Had to tear him down, had to strike that
I did not get this far by caring bout their feelings
Bruh, I'm
make money I'm bout this
You can tell just by my net worth
I snap on em no tool brand
You push weight that's cool man
I'm gone put a birdie in a mule van
what u tryna do, oou
You tell that this ain't nothing new, oou
Niggas asking 'round like who the new, dude
I been that nigga boy I thought u knew, oou
I tell you what 'cause I get 'em then I share 'em
I get my ham fucked up then I ? 'em
Cause I'm a hoe you know I'm a hoe
I fuck three different
I tell you what 'cause I get 'em then I share 'em
I get my ham fucked up then I ? 'em
Cause I'm a hoe you know I'm a hoe
I fuck three different
contract
Tell capo where to sign
I'm with the family, get it by any means n**** thug it out
Out to Miami, its nothing
But foreigns my n****s poppin out
You
goes down, baby, all we got is us
You tell 'em this is history in the making, avoiding disasters
This run is for the green jacket, I fit the masters
boy dreams, sip out the cup for them real niggas
Post in the cut with them real killas
All banded up, so I'm by myself
No, I don't really be on no
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