Lyrics:
here
In this bullshit that we call the streets
You know? What can I say? Hip Hops been good to a nigga
I got mad love for the East coast, West
just nine
Black boy robbed a nigga right in front of my eyes
Rapping killed time, the years flew by
'Til I got old enough to run up on you with the .9
choice at all
I'll say it again
L is for love, baby
O is for oh yes I do
V is for virtue, so I ain't gonna hurt you
E is for even if you want me to
R is
the chatting ain't gon' cop you a mill
Only body count you got is at nil
Who say it's only drillers on drill
Would you look at me
I'm out here holding the power
that weight
Devil wears Prada
Devil wears Prada
Devil wears Prada
No one really cares
What you got to say
Because she's gonna pay
Devil wears Prada
Devil
done, there are more beats snupe
We got millions of people listening to us
We ain't done
'Acapella'
Looked it's time for me to keep it real
Where y'all
Or speak about it too much, you gon' die by the sword
So think about it, do us an injustice, you know time flies
Life, I can't trust it, so I stay high
or dare with the devil
You talking all that shit
No wonder y'all ain't hits
I'm running circles around you
I ain't even broke a sweat
Your pockets full
way, that got me rich
Not only do I got the plays, I got the hits
You on the sideline your time was warmin' the bench
I am a landmine, I was all in
this bullshit that we call the streets
You know? What can I say? Hip Hops been good to a nigga
I got mad love for the East coast, West coast, North
Forget you ever met em if you ever run into em
And Jesus ain't died I'm alive I can prove em
I ain't got to lie Take a guess I'll introduce him
If I ain't
I'm sick of motherfuckers bitin' 40 lingo
Every time I see yo' bitch ass you got a jingle
And you ain't wrote shit, got it from my people
Your whole
plan but she ain't got a lot of time
Cause every time I look in her face
I can see her spirit fading away
I can see her spirit fading away
I can see her
coming by
I done fucked your bitch a hundred times
What the fuck your bitch got on her mind?
My fucking dick
I call her dickhead
Spicy like a Big Red
unleashing the Holy Ghost
Stand by me you just might catch it
It spread like wild fire
I be sangin out to God and I ain't even join the choir
The devil lookin'
Quite possibly, the only walking anomaly
You believe in sophistry, fuck outta here, that ain't me
What I do is sorcery, and for what they did to me, I'll
then you get the woman
That's why you gotta make your own moves
They call me Winston and I'm Mill City a hundred percent
They call us Espresso Pizza
Trust me ain't no rest for me
They gon try to take my crown
And use me for my energy
All I did was use my time
And now you see a better me
See a better me
garage
Gucci just copped, nigga I ain't got a flaw
Wet paint job and the automatic start
Semi-automatic if you try to play hard
Gucci Mane Montana,
sat up front in a pew
The priest said "Jesus and Mary too!
Son, what the devil's got into you?
Get up and sing a hymn or two!"
And I sang
Death, death,
got busted
With 2 keys of coke
My cell phone was ringing off the hook for weeks
Till cops showed up at my door demanding to speak
I ain't a drug pusher
bitch, you ain't knew I'd win?
Throw a shot like you tryna have a food fight then
All my opps waitin' for me to be you, I bet
Said I got drive, I don't
high for three days
You can tell by the way I walk I ain't from 'round hurr
Probably couldn't tell 'cause I ain't walkin' nowhere
I got a old-school
Burning money fuck it I ain't save a mil still
But she would sell her soul for a pair of heels
I been around the world steady chasin mills
An ain't coming
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