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My youngins do it for real
Enter your house for a Instagram
Bandrunna sick of you niggaz
I see the bitch in you niggaz
You ain't getting money lil
understand what it means to be black?
I have my man the Notorious B.I.G in the back
I go by the name of the Puff Daddy
But check this shit out
Four, five
bootsy
Know she wanna kick it like jet li Bruce lee
If she wanna ride she gone let me do me
I like my bitches wit a big ass booty
A lil thick but a tight
Enviyon On The Mix
Whoa Whoa Whoa Whoa
Whoa Whoa Whoa Whoa
Wop Wop Wop
What
Shout Wop
Fuck yo Superman
I'm in my Bruce Wayne
Fuck yo Superman
I'm in
And it gave us other avenues and ways to grind
Fuck what you got nigga, I'm makin mine
I messed up my first lil change, I'ma be straight this time
by theyself they transform to a bitch
Nothin but T tellin me "what's happenin' Juvey"
Smokin cause they heard the click clack of my oozie
Choosin cause
by theyself they transform to a bitch
Nothin but T tellin me "what's happenin' Juvey"
Smokin cause they heard the click clack of my oozie
Choosin cause
Young!
( OH MY God, what them niggaz say? Oh my God what them niggaz do?)
I'm no killer but I will kill ya, you niggaz acting too familiar
( OH
The Boots Is Laced
Violate - You Couldnt Take What Id Do To Your Face
One
[Chorus:]
Got To Switch My Style
A Lot Of Niggaz Bitin It
They Shit Sound Like Mine
damn kitchen)
Maserati with the chrome what I'm doin damage in (Ok)
By the next bar I'll be in something extravagant (Da Biggest)
Fuck Charleston
All my niggaz do is flex
All my niggaz do is flex
I’mma show y’all how to ball
First of all let me stretch
All I do is jam like techs
I was never
and cop it
But watch it, niggaz gone knock it
Trying to get you for your paper when them bitches is jockin'
You might do lil' daddy like that, but this
Like "Black" said, It's a hundred niggaz, seventy degrees muthafucka'
You know they can't keep a real nigga down (no)
Not what they niggaz can even
your crew
'Cause we learned to do what the hustlers do
To them niggaz who get life and throw a smile at the judge
Wildest thugs, who blow trial, exiled
[Lil Wayne]
We have them bitches like it was unplugged
Its Weezy wee, Mannie fresh, and unplugged
We have them bitches like it was unplugged
Don't get out of the car stay where you're at"
Niggaz in the street that I dislike
You better get this right
These days what the fuck is a fist
wit' dude
I got Lazy-Boy bank, that's comfort loot
I'm a offense coordinator run n' shoot
You, watch your grill what you ought to do
Fore' your ribs
No frontin' here shorty, niggaz know how I do it
For the paper let the gat pop, jackpot
Find me trippin', ridin' slow through the back blocks
Red
niggaz
My wife you can say a nigga drank too
She ain't bad, she what you doin' what the paper do
I wonder if they got a spot for all the Tupacs
Dawgs
the shotgun
Niggaz run up then they caught one
Woah
That's my lil savage
She do whatever
She randy orton
She a lil savage
Niggaz they hatin on me
I get
show'em
Next time maybe niggaz a move a lil different
Not paying up on what you owe me
That shit kinda risky
I'm slanging iron ion play bout the chicken
If
nigga plus I flip quicker
(??) is what I have, but I can some account me six figures
and then, y'all niggaz do the math
If it was the first time I'd
it's gangbangin
Chorus:
Red rag blue rag, watchin niggaz sag
44 mag, throwin up flags
If you Bout it what you claimin, fuck what you
niggaz out here we glove or
We can glock it up, you know I'm saying ain't no playing out here
It's gorillas for real, lil' orangutan ass chipmunk ass
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