Lyrics:
started but you know I still ain't finished
Incorporated sole proprietor mind your business
Llc's is like my kids now you snitch on all your crew you
six figures
Niggas still on the strip
No ceiling when I'm wheeling the whip
Like yeah, your bitch ass is trash
But I'm feeling her lips
That slut
flex on me
No reason for the stunt
Spent 2 weekends in the club
Not giving in, I need you to
All the pride aside I know you see it too
Drop by
Cant buy us everything we do is breaking
Pass by us hate us on another ocassion
My Plane's boutta land no paraphrasing
Get it like Logan with
block's got em
I'm screaming like them two cops when 2Pac shot em
Holding 2 Glocks, hope your doors got new locks on em
My daughter's feet ain't got no
no head
Like NyQuill jakes get put to bed
Bro watch your man I'll leave him..
Take a guess it rhymes with Ned
Arty be chinging aint bringing no drama
[Benzino talking softly]
Niggas want to try and live my life and
Bitches want to try and run my life and (As we proceed!)
Haters want to try
bedspread (what?)
Keep your pussy, I got other plans instead
Just gimme some head, gimme some head
If you ain't suckin' no dick
We don't need it, we
No love twin -
Verse 1-
Yea .. uh
I been pushing P Been doing
She gone shoot for me on God
Uh - uhhh uhhhhhhhx2 been doin
I been moving fast No I
don’t even know that the
Devil was an angel
I’m able, no Cain, to heal the disabled
Then march like the month before April
Now may you, take two
Minutes
and lock down
Ain't no visualizin', like me now
Queen like drank, gotta stand my ground
Back up off me wit tha hands I clown
Slip-n-Slide on tha dump, if
through my veins
You swerving bitch stay in your lane
You niggas sweet ain't no candy no cane
We keep Rollin u
p all dis Mary no Jan
Bet I stay the same
and the Souls
With two bitches on my arms, sporting thousand dollar clothes
Looking kind of stunning, so the cameras on flick
Ain't no motherfuckers out here
I'mma be the one that'll get it done, so I'm going all in
Gotta count it by the stack, ain't no looking back, not until we all win
Don't move, don't talk,
in regards to my whereabouts
I lied by saying I took a shift
I hung up and two homies enter the car
We hounding at foes who would walk to the park
That's how some women come up in my city tho, no respect no pity shown
No time for these silly hoes I only want em in the video
These bitches actin like
insurmountable
Bankroll unaccountable, down at the phantom blue
Bitches drinkin' Rosé like it's Mountain Dew
Guess what she's down to do, roll up a pound or two
bigger than your religion
Perfected by niggas that manifested music to live in
Compton, Compton, ain't no city quite like mine
So tell that gangster
track and field for the goal : the gold , not the ghoul
Till I’m stretch marks I’ll stretch out like a stretch limo
I ain’t a colt no more, I’m
This year I'm moving like Jordan
Two-3 y'all team ain't scoring
I seen that they wanna be me
But ya ain't like Mike
Les Ike ya cousin
Stay gross
Robitussin
I'm the king, ain't no discussion
And now we blowing up like spontaneous human combustion
My consumption is the illest
Section eight, I know you
I'm just putting my cape
Till my problem I escape
Keep it rolling like I skate
Uh, I ain't dying for no Bape
I'm just trying to innovate
Figured that I
I'm a jet fuel smoker, crazy like the Joker
Suck it 'fore you fuck it is exactly what I told her
Ten bottles, two models, kush sack, it's a jet ride
Go
much, I ain't even really trippin'
It's just me, Snoopy and Quik and someone like you
Wit' the biggest mouth to put a dick in
Most of y'all
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