Lyrics:
the week
And we down to live free
Now I'm in town for a week
I'm in your town for a week
Tell everyone
I'm in town for the week
Hold me down for a week
it's hard to even piss
So I forgot ain't even got a pot to do it in
Up at the church they're tellin me it's because I live in sin
So I grin, but
ya (yeah)
About 5'4", my .45 is live (uh, uh)
Don't ya get live? Never judge your man by size (uh, yo)
[Chorus]
I'ma do my thang,
Advocated by the few who do live it
Bloomberg, make a nigga cop the Mossberg
Shorty ain't a shorty, he a Shooter like Wahlberg
Old man told me, don't be,
matter
Is it me
Or that ass got fatter
I’m so G she ain’t got to check my status
M.O.B nigga better check your balance
I’m that nigga now I had to up my
around cake no impressing me
Ion sip lean cuz I use to use pour up all day so now I drink Hennessy
The weed n the liqs is a remedy
Get rid of the shit
to the muthafuckin flintstone thugs
Just drink your brew and smoke that bud
Three off muthafucka's from around the way
If you not from Flint than you get no play
I go
the person
To be some process in your progress or be the prevention
I just live my life and I don't stop grindin' until God tell me to
I get money, I ain't
oh, yes there will (oh, yes there will, yeah baby)
This old arm of mine won't have to throw no more rocks
'Cause I'll have my cookie here with me all
hey, hey
I'm giving back so say hey, hey
Show me some metal and say hey, hey, hey, hey
Yeah, I saw your band
Jumping around on stage like a bunch
around
Voices in my head
It's getting crowded
And they talking loud
I'm in the building
With no invitation
Haters lock me out
I got tired
Of knocking
open arms
With open arms
Oh, no judgement
You took me in with open arms
With open arms
We throw up 4's around this bitch, the thumb been amputated
heart was in da right place (ohhh)
I guess so I can live it put food on my plate
You must still love me not to let it in by three that day
Well
disgusting slob, you better take the trash out)uh uh uh, make you
Want to throw up
Look at all this garbage that I keep generatin' (come on)
I sit around
pound n distribute shit by the ounces
Bitches loungin round the house it's gettin crowded wow
My boo be countin mountains of money for my accountant now
against the wall with kids
She don’t live with her back against the wall
Put that on my first murder
That’s all I got to say
Knock your arms out of place
the ass
Staff getting rigid, wasn't gonna take away the visits
Segregate niggas by theyself and make 'em stay with it
Wicked, swung the shank around
My nigga if you ain't coppin' you ain't got no business around the fucking spot
Fuck you hangin 'round the trap for?
Up out my dope house
By myself
All alone
Burn my pictures in the fireplace
These nights are so cold
Dreaming 'bout my arms around your waist
And I don't grow old
Keep my
start hatin' only if you make me
You not gon' come?
I guess I'm 'bout to just, kick it here then
Just throw up while I hold your hair back
Her
since I'm not sure where your head's been at lately, would you mind doing me a
Favor by circling yes, if you're down to start fresh and go on a date with
Yo, bro come over to my house tonight
Bro why?
Bro, me and grandma, we're throwing a party
Your.. your grandma? Are you kidding me?
That's idiotic
brother
Watching his brothers cry
Everytime I visit your grave
Can't help but shed a tear
Pieces of you still here let me know
You still live
Auntie pray
fucked me up, the hater side was the most crowded
I don't claim clicka, but I do be around it
And when I leave the house, I don't never leave without it
I
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