Lyrics:
She say she like the way i smell
I said it's dolce & gabana, mixed with good marijuana
40 stuffed up in my jeans ah make a nigga do the chacha slidee
the cutest but shawty wanna fuck me
You're not my wifey so I'm not here trying to cupcake
She hit me up trying to set us up a lunch date
Ay, ay, ay, ay
Ain't
don't know exactly
Where I am
Is that 54 place or vatican?
Hey sacred one
Now u belong to me
To see u there was
More than destiny
Sparkling lights
Letting
It was in a hustling b joint where the Mississippi run
Stackolee killed Billy de Lyons with a smoking forty one
He was a bad man, that mean old
in my car
Cash in my Carhartts, it ain't hard to get 'em
Like blaow when I hit 'em, the nigga shit his drawers
When the 40-pound hit him, the fuck
foot on the gas and my balance about to drop
Cause everybody knows, no cop no stop
It's two am I want a chocolate milkshake
Best place to be when I
to me
Im who i be
It aint hard to see
They watch with scrutiny
I set up shop
Didnt take alot
Posted by the ocks
I know its hot
Get to know the block
Now they know me by
The way I get money
Now they know me by
The way I get money
Now they know me by
The way I get money
Now they know me by
The way I
this stare
Just look the fuck away
Yeah, i shill have some hard feelings in my head
I was looking at my brother and was shocked by what he said
I don`t
nigga
Cuz we guilty by association
Guilty by association
Yeah aye they say we guilty by association
I treat my heart a forty and pour it on the pavement
catchin' cases
Indeed, it was misery
Driven by my own demons, 'cause they was killin' me
How can I be sure I'll be saved soon?
Catch me dip into
catchin' cases
Indeed, it was misery
Driven by my own demons, 'cause they was killin' me
How can I be sure I'll be saved soon?
Catch me dip into
glue
Bored as hell and I wanna get ill
So I went to a place where my homeboys chill
The fellows out there makin' that dollar
I pulled up in my '64
Corners
And all the spots in Beantown where niggas carry burners
But I was more turned on by the microphone
So one cold morning, I left home
Next I
and I'm a feen
Don't let this moment pass us by where in control
This is a minor set back baby we can grow
I'm missin what it feel like
I'm missin what it
looking for the potion
Did my thing with the sheets set some things in motion
Somehow I overlook the many flaws
Same place as before still fond of the claws
You ain't dead yet? Bitch I'm dead already
You ain't fed yet? I get bread already
Still no Benz yet my Honda got getty
And my ends set i get fetti
alright but why you tellin' me this shit?
To make sure you don't mind
Uh-huh
Chillin' out while I hit it
Naww nigga, I'll just turn on the TV set
So won't you fly with me
I wanna make you feel alright
Alright with me
Let me mend your broken wings
And set you free, girl, it's alright
Girl,
Tip a 40 and you know that we already baked
Spittin lyrics so sick that they devastate
Steady creepin and I'm ready to assassinate
Any stupid fake
My wood is clean, you can sit down on it if you please
I used to really wanna backspace
Seen a lot of people movin' fast-pace end up last place
Slow
to do
How far you're willing to go
Even when the world say no
Wake and bake
I'm out to get the cake
Money money
I got moves to make
I set the pace
I set
These veterans is slipping, they ain't doing it the same
I don't slip, set a pick and put a shooter in your lane
Precise, 'bout shoot them at the range
And then I thought about it, we are not "we"
Am I in the outside looking in, or am I in the inside looking out?
Is it my place to give my two cents?
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