Lyrics:
a four my nigga snap got deleted
Court case but we ain't leave no witness so we beat it
Lookin in the mirror when i fuck i'm conceited
Leave em cold
dreamin'
'Cuz if I wake girl and you're
Not by my side
I feel like half of me
Is no longer alive
So please, shorty
Before you walk out that door, boopy
that
It ain't loud enough punk, it ain't hitting
This year you tried, next year you're quitting
Last year you thought I was dying out
But again,
[Slim Thug][Hook: x 2]
When I hit the club all the girls show me love
While I'm at the bar, got drank by the jug
In the v.i.p with the chicks
But I'm in my street clothes and I ain't doing a bid
When you hear the sound
All the bodies hit the ground
By the pound across town
When you hear
with me
And They know I am the chief
So I gotta lead the way
Ayyyye
Going be the same
Barely anything have changed
So it ain't no judging me
Ayeeeeee
Now
my calls
Only thing she takin' is the Prada I got on
Ballin', yeah, we ballin', we ain't never takin' no L's
Did this by myself and I ain't never
ain't a sticker butter head, we up the score by like six
We smokin' good gas, nigga on the corner that we shoot at
That's a new pack, and it's
spirit
Guess who's back to attack the wack rap
In fact, we here to unpack all the bags of the seeds
No flax, but indeed to attract the black and brown
the back of Muhammad's pickup truck
Drove it to go fishing for the Loch Ness Monster
After stopping by to pick up Odin and his little brother
But no messy
in my Puma jacket watching rappers moving backwards
Ville on civil war it ain't no reenactment
Can't imagine my life without no havoc
Dangerous
brown eyes, Tell me if you see trauma
I can't help but smoke some, Hate it when my mind wonder
Stumbling, I ain't even drunk
I know I can bounce back from
better lock your door
Freedom comes, it ain't safe anymore
Freedom comes, oh, no, don't look away
Freedom comes, had to wait for the day
(Wait, wait,
like they bout it knowin' they ain't bout it
I'm a catch 'em by theyself yeah they heart I got it
But see it all started back in 1993 when a coward out
bullets in my clip
I still pull it, still bully niggas on the strip
Beef, I cook it fully with the fifth
And I ain't got no pets, I put a bullet in ya
bullets in my clip
I still pull it, still bully niggas on the strip
Beef, I cook it fully with the fifth
And I ain't got no pets, I put a bullet in ya
F-A-P
Wit my man Ruck and my man Rock S-T
Jus' left my man brown nose
Now we gotta sack of the black for the shows
Clothes, ain't really nuthin to me
you oughta be followin our suits
No ad-libbin nigga jus do like I do (do)
Don't get it confused but dude I'm not you (you)
If you ain't heard the news
Mile!
What's up y'all?
What y'all wanna do?
Talkin' about a radical man
Ain't nobody up in their crew no?
I could really run that computer
Make it
Ain't looking for no more friends, I got enough buddies
A thousand attempts with thirty cents to their name
I got enough pine but I can't find the flame
Stand on my money it’s making me taller
My little bro stay hungry no hoop but we ballers
I got polo on you can tell by the collar
I ain’t do no
Haha
Young Mula, baby
You already know
Cut the music up, mayne
Okay, money on my mind, fuck a nigga thoughts
He ain't even think
He ain't
on tour even getting it overseas
All the way in Switzerland stacking swisser-cheese
I ain't too good for that brown paper bag
I can still move that work
rags in a brown paper bag
Go on and hit the door
(Go on) let the knob hit you in the back, Jack
I don't ever wanna see you no more (let it hit you in
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