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I stopped trustin' niggas since Gotti got caught
It's Bricks, keep your wrist covered, I'm piss colored
By the waist got a gun as dark as Kris
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I stopped trustin' niggas since Gotti got caught
It's Bricks, keep your wrist covered, I'm piss colored
By the waist got a gun as dark as Kris
the simplest s***
You b******* over chips and juice, While your kids, Living in f****** Abyss
Yo My Daddy say He Locked Up, Yo my Daddy say He Locked Up, Boxed
much sauce on me
I got h*es after h*es that wanna f*ck on me (yo i just f*ck a ugly b*tch damn)
Drip drip drip too much sauce on me
Oh my god ,I got
stand, and I'm tryna be less vocal
You said this, no I didn't, yes you did
Do you swear that on the Lord's holy name and the life of your kids?
Your baby
the YSB babies
Think he mad we the YSB babies
That b**** she bad on daily ouh
Dat ass so fat, dats on baby
I f**** your b**** when I'm ready
I'm getting
So hand your receipt if you tryna make a return bruh
Yessir, I live in a city where a lot of people don't get shine, shine
And, I be on by the fence
So hand your receipt if you tryna make a return bruh
Yessir, I live in a city where a lot of people don't get shine, shine
And, I be on by the fence
, gimme the money
Rich bitch be swimmin' in money
I need Jet Ski's in mind, can't tease a dime
Lookin' in the mirror, feeling pleased with the shine
Lady
, gimme the money
Rich bitch be swimmin' in money
I need Jet Ski's in mind, can't tease a dime
Lookin' in the mirror, feeling pleased with the shine
Lady
Bitch its raw, and like a mirror read it backwards
Who competing after?
If yo’ life a book i wouldn’t read yo chapters
They scared of me
I motivate niggas
the f back
'Fore we out the guns and chest check, respect that
Any girl I met that, hit that love the way I spit that
I don't kit kat, push your wig
J'adore j'adore
Girls I love you, I love all y'all
Hehehe, hehehe, f'real
I love girls, girls, girls, girls
Girls, I do adore
Yo put your
Life is what you make it nigga
Get up off your ass and get some
Always hollering about you want something nigga
Verse 1: Young Noble
Yo, I've been
shake your booty, I don't want you to stop
You need to come a little closer, closer
And let me put yo, under my arms like a Don is supposed ta
Please
who I was and I was like, "Yo, what's up I'm Kanye"
"You that kid that gave all them beats to Jay? Yo, this nigga got classics to your beats, B"
You
could, I could fuck you hard if you want me too
Sexy ass, harmony
Beat that pussy up, no apologies
Show me what you got, give your all to me
After I hit
can feel it in your gut
Your wifey will hit me up, cause she wanna eat the nut
Yo I make my own luck, so call me the Omega
Cause around here we run shit
Versace
I'm a trendsetter nigga, I can revive Horochi's Yo! These niggas green These nigga, yellow and blue
Eleven in the nine is one for every One of your
Yo, the saga begins, begin war
I draw first blood, be the first to set it off
My cause, tap all jaws, lay down laws
We takin' what's yours, we do
fault that your bitch she be choosing (Yo Bitch)
I never talk shit man I do it (Do It)
I’m in the spot cooking dope like it’s noodles
Shoutout the fein
I'll be just fine without you
And if I stumble, I won't crumble
I'll get back up and uhhh
I'ma still be humble when I scream, "F- you"
'Cause I
tint (Lexington)
You get your shit splattered now they
All gon' be mad at son
When they see this fif after
Like Malcolm you'll get X'd
When I spray Tec's
shake your booty, I don't want you to stop
You need to come a little closer, closer
And let me put yo, under my arms like a Don is supposed ta
Please
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