Lyrics:
songs
Stop and ain't heard nothin hit
Really ain't heard nothin in a bit
Really ain't been fussin with a bitch
Except for that one lil kid
That boy been
was Farmer
Shorty got the death wish, I wish to die
But when I try, it just goes by
You couldn't kill me because I can't kill myself
And if I got
karate
The ice on lil baby from Johnny
Allergic to them, can't let none of these niggas by me
They try me I'm hurting somebody
Open up fire but bitch we
galactic
And I just seen me a lil' baddie
Pull up in a space coupe, no caddy
Y'all niggas tryna ride on my wave
But you will not get in my way, yeah
Niggas
I'm simpin' like mr mclovin
She driving a Ford on ig a porch on this side it's really no judging
She faking she really lil pumped it and I'm hating that
nothin' from me, I won't even dick her
I walk in the bank, they address me by Mr
Fuck the hoe from the back, make the bitch grab a pillow
Catch me a opp
to flashin' shit up like a camera
That phone ring, I'm baggin' shit up but I ain't trappin' her
You been at their throat lil' dawg, I ain't mad at ya
This
Asshole by nature like my name was Tre
And I don't gangbang, I control the Game
What I'm representin' here's puttin' holes in brains
Oh, I say the same
Catch Him At The Park Joggin
Told My Lil One
Dont Wax Him Yet Mr Miyagi
A Price On His Toe Tag
Sold His Soul Illuminati
Worth A Couple
in traffic and put it on him
I don't need no gang, spin by my lonely
Chorus
Verse 2
The other side say it's beef
So you know its bodies dropping
Call
boogie
Young Drummer Boy
Listen, aye
Aye I popped two pills wit the Duce
Lil bitch drink it up like its koolaid
Hell ya I need my money by da due date
and everyday we gettin high wit weed
We ride wit G's and movin on up from O's to ki's
(Big Pimp)
I was that'same pimp that y'all use to call
hey lil fat daddy
problably worked at tha tity bar
We see yo tittys and yo ass got u pretty far
Fly bitches aint impressed by a lil gold
But soakin wet off the power that
Hate that kind of hoe
But fuck that bitch I never mind 'em tho'
Hit up my lil' bro he say he working
I remind him tho'
Don't forget where you come from
EMS, she come with urgency
My lil' jawn, I pick her up, she think I'm Hercules
If she laughing at a nigga joke, she'll throw the neck on him
I think I
knows the bread is my Mrs.
30, side of my pocket
She wanna fuck but she think that I'm toxic
I was outside with the shooters and shit
Got so many bitches
night
(I’ll be riding all night)
Slicker than ever
Swerve thru the rain
Down on my dick they ain’t gimmie a thang
I ride by my lonely
You know dey ain’t
for more options
Vivid dreams of the princess and king
Overfilled with laughing
Laughing about lil 'ol, lil 'ol me
Then one day, you called me your
like a deacon, lookin' for me, gotta pull out a beacon
Keep tweakin' the music, I'm stayin' lit beat, pop a lil' pea, now she ready to eat
Four by four,
to use the lipton
Feel like Mr. Mosby, yeah, I run the tipton
Said she was a virgin, I just hit with (let me put the tip in)
But it's never just the tip, I
and that new teddy bear, lil' shawty, don't mean nothin'
Don't understand where we stand, I might need a chair
The way that I been feelin' lately, you
And when you let me rip I'm goin in with a helmet
That's why your little brother wants to be like me
I'm surrounded by the trueness that suckers fail
the mafia in Italy
Fakin' and frontin' on stage like you're hard
I hope when you get to Detroit, the real thugs gon' pull your card
Flashin' guns like
the snippet fans like when the song gone drop
I don't owe you no loyaly ain't from my block
Who fakin' like they got it shit I know a whole lot
She can't take
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