Lyrics:
a bag
When I pull up in that Chevrolet
I don't like to ride the same, just like the rest of ya
You got a watered down, lame version just like
wasn't down from the +Jump+, so why you want to Kris Kross?
You no business buyin, insecure junkyard motherfucker
Get lost, 'cause youse a sucker
And you can tell by the bodies that are left around
When some clown jumps up to get beat down
Broken down to his very last compound
See how it sounds?
If you can't beat em, join 'em..
Then hurt the team by beating yourself
I'm different...in a different way
The only thing that stays the same is
version of Mrs. Garrett
My speech is arrogant as I get sucked simultaneously
by J.R. Carrington and Christaro Barrington
Shove my dicky in Nikki Lynn
the Smith and
[Chorus]
D-Boy, yeah, Birdman Jr. in ya building, people
I'm a let you know how it go on my side of the mountain, whoadie
It's sure
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreaming (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
grandma
I done said out their names and niggas still ain't wanna [?]
Lu probly tell me Trouble you gotta put the mack down
Feelin' these all in your
note put my pain in a sentence)
Yeah, lotta y'all won't even get to the 2nd verse I bet
But Ima talk my shit, Ight one take
And I can't post a picture
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreaming (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
like a couch
I'm trynna figure out what its 'bout
I like the way you move, you got bounce
Go head put the pussy in my mouth
I can guarantee that I can
cannot keep they distance
So you can get F'ed up best sit the F down
I fell in love with this Fendi bitch
Trap house blood I fell in love with
me in a movie with Bruce Willis
Don't laugh at me, y'all, they killed me in like 2 minutes (Ha-ha)
I get it now, the people like when I talk about
am
Being attacked by your accusations simply
Because i got us
In court to help fix this the custody matter?
Why did i have to take you to court to see
in sandra Bland
My heart hurt to see how it all would end
I am Sandra Bland i am George Floyd
DJ Screw in Texas, I love you
Shout out Trae the Truth
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Now that we done with all of the nonsense
If you know you ain't a groupie, make some noise
[Chorus]
G-R-O-U-P-I-E
Told me that she
grab the mic tight strike like a rattle bring
Rhymes and nines to the mutherf***in' battle
So sun down to sun up run up with my gun up
All brakes get
and get recognized, buyin all the hard liquor
toothpick and beedy-dyin
Bitch you got dealt, peeled your cap the other way
like a reversible
[Scarface]
Yo Pop, let's jump in the fight game boy
[Scarface]
My nigga Bun B you know he down wit us
Short Dog and Doc down wit us
Eric be
you down 1, nigga
I swear to God, if I get robbed
Shit’ll never be the same
Y’all act like Emerson applyin’ somethin’
Special to this game
Bitch, my
up!
If you want to shine way up!
Way, way, way up!
If you want to bring the day up
Kites on my radar, life in my palms
We unite through the chaos
a dirty ass glock on a dirty ass ride
Get it without you get money regardless
Big ass blick with the kick in the party
Nina on me tony Parker, while I’m
Until these little nerds get Ocean Sprayed
In they open face with a Milky Way
From his Twix and that shit's just really gay
But for these two Billy Rays
I
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Given its own channel, curated by exquisite taste and effects changed, then you need to
Get up
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