Lyrics:
want the Rosé
Or the José
Yup... Tequila in the house
Have a toast
And put it in ya mouth
Yo mutha-f'in mouth
Like your girl say
Or Akyneli on'em
Got
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
"Yo you can keep asking them fuckin' questions all fuckin' day man
I told you what, I told you what the fuck happened man
Told your partner
a secret, don’t be with allat extra (with allat bs)
Meanwhile I’m by my compressor, thinking bout you yo’ head game some pressure
I think we look good
to Gotti and Ja y’all some smart
Ass niggas, man i’m proud of y’all niggas
Man y’all gon’ have Nas
Rapping another ten years
For y’all niggas you gon’ be
your town (Yeah we rolling)
It's me and her
Better wake up now (Wake up)
M.F.C
Is what you need
Better cop you one
So you can be fly like me
Forty for
Redman]
Yo, yo
F*** knocking, kick the door, evict the four
Yell out: "It's a stickup, hit the floor!"
You fish cake n****s, stay Lipton off
Did your
(talking, Gotti I always hear you talking
About this Studio B shit
What the fuck is all that shit)
Well let me tell ya you know I'm saying
You know
'm bound to get Shelly
Oi, Kenny run the 'riddim, don
I'm ready when you're ready
I be swaying in the booth
I get heavy on the Henny
After this, I'm linking
Until she started sniffing P
Streets love me but I’m hated by the MPD
Multimillion dreams but I have
Nightmares of the F-E-D's (God damn)
Lord please have
Where the cabbage at?
Gudda Gudda motherfucker there’ll be
Nothing after that i’m bout to go HAM
On this motherfucking track
In fact I’m better than a lot
the president
Yo you think you can take me for a victim
You think I rap way too fast
Now your thinking this grime ting
Ain't the in ting
But you know what? I hear
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
gangsta shit
I say No Limit loud, cause we ain't scared of nobody
Organized by P or should I say, John Gotti
Real niggas, put ya guns up if ya feel me
But
'm a cliffhanger, no, I ain't a stranger
Yo, I'm Toddy Tee, and I'm a Compton banger
Wanted by the F.B.I. for transport of
Sucker MC's across the Syndicate borders
ah,oh ah, do a walk by and watch everybody die
N****s into gangs thangs and narcotics
Freak b****es riches and hydrolics
Pull heat knock you off yo
thought it was over it’s stuck now
She wanna f*** cause I’m up now
Work came in just touched down
Talk Opp s*** get touched by the sundown
He got a Mac well
big booty yo
Mami shake it like a f*** jelly yo
All night she gon be in my pillow
Sleep on it I wanna dream on it
All day I see big booty yo
Mami shake
My nigga Ja sold more records than an o.g. (o.g.)
Tah flyin by in the Lac truck like a o.g.(o.g.)
For Gotti I'd body a nigga quicker than a o.g.
with my Gz like I’m gotti
C to the MZ with my Gz like I’m gotti
Ima take my time ima keep goin up
Keep that shxt witchu I don’t want yo luv
I need
of these other n****s
I get it, I spend it, your husband on a budget, Mrs.
Young Money cloud gang so above you n****s
Besides these groupies after
your come up
You here cause I see potential to bust a nut
Your baby mama give you drama just so I can run her
You be falling for the f**k around so you
blasted, shot f***in' backwards
Little homies puttin' work for stripes
But is it worth your life a g-rides runnin' red lights
I wish somebody would have
worried about your ex n****, I'm just trynna slide in yo dms to be yo next n****
I don't really care to hear no s*** about ya ex man, boutta teleport out
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