Lyrics:
remember me? (So Icy)
Remember me from TV? Turnin' on yo' TV (ha)
Hip-hop police, say they lookin' after me (no)
How you lookin' after me? You know I had
of them hoes
I'm tryna f*** me thirty hoes by the end of this month
Ain't drive my Rolls Royce no more, I seen a f*** n**** in one
I heard some n****s
dese b****ez showing Ti**is
Real Mob Ties
I got the OG and the Gottis (Gang)
Wit me
Tryna be a Young Thug
That'll get F***ed up (Bow)
I'm Trippie
the S-500 I want it
Used to stay high and blunted, but all that had to stop
Chick like me be chasin' after cops
And they don't stop at my block after
Intro:
Keep your plans on the low
Just another chamber, the swarm
Roll dark and deep, Bobby Digital
Wu-Syndicate, Wu-syndicate
Be Born, Daddy-O, what
keep tossing in my mind, in my mind
I hate the vagueness in your walk your talk
The upbeat in your speech as if nothing ever fell apart
I’m consumed by
it's when I f*** ya fasta,
don't really want to be like that, but I tell this b**** I be if I have to,
shut this motha f***a down, bend it backwards,
world
And I know that you really can't believe
What ya hear and ya see
Just put ya hands up and repeat after me
Get yo' money
Fuck a bitchand blow a gang
hardest to stay good
Threes other things I do and say may be bad or just not to good
But I do try, so with that said I don't vote you,
I mean your only
hardest to stay good
Threes other things I do and say may be bad or just not to good
But I do try, so with that said I don't vote you,
I mean your only
like I'm always movin’ in a fast pace yeah
And you in last place
Got a hating look all on your face yeah
And I can't relate cuz I’m getting paid like f
ain't lawyers
And everybody saw you and ain't that a bitch!
And this here is the Carter oh! yo! And this here is the Carter yo! oh!
This one here is
it's when I f*** ya fasta,
don't really want to be like that, but I tell this b**** I be if I have to,
shut this motha f***a down, bend it backwards,
then we practice Shibari
Deep down inside girl there's more to yo body
I fuck wit good girls that love to be naughty
You took a shot fucking wit me so
gaga, ga oh oh oh
Goverment Hccker, eh poses
I can be good walk i can be cool point
I can be anything
I'll be your everything grab barriers
Just me,
crushed by all the lies
Yo, it's hard enough to breathe
From the day that you told me that you loved me
Did you really meant those words so truthfully?
As I
after time we gon' shine again
Feel it like a broad getting f***ed from behind again
Aiyyo, Aiyyo, I be the closest thing to the next
Like the pain
your only life, so please just don't be wastin' it
I don't care
What I gotta do to become a big star
I don't need to go out and get a f***ing guitar
I
my biz and shit so he can get inside the throne
I guess the nigga like my song after I fucked a nigga's bitch
I'm fucking niggaz all daily baby ain't
the thunder
Pray to God for the runners
Whole pandemic all I seen was snow
It's like I missed a summer
Put it on my mama
Yo Gotti he a hall of fame of drug
With four or five niggas that's musclebound
Send your head to the taxidermist
Won't be satisfied, till I get my face on a thermos
You got to earn
Master p: tru niggaz stand...
Silkk (master p echoing): raise your right hand. repeat after me. I
Pledge
Allegiance, to the game of the united
to tha grave
It's going down, mo-yo, feel this here baby
(verse 1: D-Gotti)
These blades are choppin'
And these babes are boppin'
Got a cup full of mud
nigga's after y'all
Aiyyo ladies, get up
Bounce your tits up
Be happy Brooklyn ain't shoot this shit up
Cause I see some ladies tonight
That I could
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