Lyrics:
Still smoking baby it's the Cookout, right
And this is brought to you
By the Liquor Store oh fo sho
I used to spread a wife
With a bread like mayo
about us
What about us
Don't want to cause no fuss
But what about us
He's with a beautiful chick
Every night of the week, pretty slick
We're two
do we believe in
Our flags been singed by the demons
One world one truth one kingdom
One love our youth want freedom
You can't kill the evil
No
No you
wasn't drivin?
If I wasn't ah, eight figure nigga by the name of jigga
Would you come around me or would you clown me?
If I couldn't flow futuristic
a Porsche with only two doors,
need to upgrade cause you missin some
We just got two different bills, different styles, different sums
Started as a drive-by
after that (woo)
No Ghostbuster, not even with a plasma gas (uh-huh)
This a code red, I am a old head (I'm a old head)
Get popped by a skinny chick
fact, I got stopped two more times black
Probable cause (uh-huh) probable cause (yeah)
You don't have to break no laws
They say probable cause
start arguing you get all up in my face
No
Made me feel like I needed you
I was your best, that's the truth
Just confess, that's the truth
Boy I Ain even
Its Big Bellee Skellee baby
And theres only two ways things can go
My way
Or no way
Dial 1-509- i aint saving no bitch
I aint saving no mf'n bitch
in my bones (bones)
I came in this game with crack
Money in my clothes (oh)
Look at how I roll so on truth no actor (no)
Just a real nigga, never said
of the things you need
Never let yourself be over come by greed
Walk the straight and narrow and you shall succeed
Get your act up to speed
And try no matter
while I was asleep
She been kidnapped by unknown guy too for 2 weeks
I been fucked up 'cause she recognized me for her own hickey
Shit, I swept any
pussy that's a truce
I like resting in the pussy R.I.P that's the truth
Got two Siamese twins 2 for 1 that's a deuce
Make her take the wood real good no
The question is why the answer what makes
If you wants my opinion I tell you don't take x 2
Why...
(Smoothe Da Hustler)
Why is it hard for my words
If you reach a certain stage in life
And there is nobody who can look you in the eye and tell you the truth
You are doomed
And that is where our
by rappers that'll expire
And swear that they taking shots
When they're catching the backfire
And everything you spit is far from the truth
I heard you
Order two kill three hard truth (uh)
Surprised or not
Offspring is tainted
Open one
Order two
Kill three (take it away, take it away)
Hard truth
It
From yo' car to a crap game, no one rolls wit' you
One of Mini-Me's shoes got more sole than you
So by the time you figure out why your record ain't
looking for the smoke
That shit is lame, listen
You need to put respect on my name, like Pippen
All these chicks on OnlyFans should stay wetting the floor
Honeyxbun
Back on the ones and twos
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
Look
And this what I said to the beat
Look
Yo
N***** threw pennies
But don't wish me
ghetto connect
And got a .9 in my mind you can't metal detect
I pull it out, put it to your head and shoot from the hip
I fired 13 shots and left 2 in
it ant no game
Tru I claim my name
Tru am with my mains
I don't really know wagwarn
To tell you the truth though I couldn't care less
Directs grew up
Celebrate at the rave
Then fuck all night
Tell me how can we lose
I’m too into you
And you give me good job
No interview
Commit a sin or two
In the Bentley
of chicks on my iPhone
If I saved their number wouldnt answer
Real fucking asshole
Tight ass
Till 2 years ago
Reall fucking asshole
Big looks little man
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