Lyrics:
Tru G's
See me and P and see
See expeditions with uzi's
Choppin up two ki's
Baby twenty-four oz's a piece
Cause see if it ain't
Tru G's
See me and P and see
See expeditions with uzi's
Choppin up two ki's
Baby twenty-four oz's a piece
Cause see if it ain't
real)
I done touched down and put six up
(Six, nigga)
Shootin' out of town, puttin' bricks up
(For real)
Karo'd the whole town, me and Big Gus, uh
(Skrrt)
brother to be paid that's not my trade
It's just the plan that is designed by the colored man
Now our babies are born to think this is the way of us (Way
the plan that is designed by the colored man
Now our babies are born to think this is the way of us (Way of us)
That's the way the devil wants it so it is
the street, yeah
I'm still gettin' this shit in by the week, yeah
I got out of town, plugs this shit ain't cheap
Nigga, I want a whole thousand for a p (Lean)
hunter
Im off a 8 of wock daily gettin good night slumber
Tshh tshh bitch im high as hell
Horchata backpack boyz smoke it by the bale
The green things
Helping everybody but, but me
I'm going through some things
Baby, why you gotta judge, judge me
That's why I keep these bottles by my nightstand
Gotta
can we get them balls back
I keeps it simple as well as complicated
Jaylib for service, just compensate us
I'm tryin to cop the Maker's and hop up in
I know my way around it
Feel like Master P billy goat bout bout
90/10 spilt only way no way around it
Learned the game from Baby,Hov,P all I want is
There was one open seat
At the end of a crowded bar
By a grungy old man
With a dirty glass and old cigar
If you're going to drink bourbon Mack
By me
Hellers, hell no/ Call us the money makers, pullin' capers/ Baby momma need that paper/ Get up off your ass, can't be no couch potato/ Only gets greater
chopper put in check
Big body on broaders, that's all I know
Mansion on Washetona 6 figures on the floor
Double R and DR watched by Uptown security
raised by jack boyz
I can't have company
Shoutout my big my big bro bro big in circumference
Can betcha with his hands and his feet bet money
Was 12
that it's mastery
Still keep it cool on liquor, like daquiri
Went from ramen to rhyming
In due timing, I'm priming
Hot boyz cover I'm shining
Record
stalkin' me
Why the fuck she all on me
Fuck, okay
My fits cost a quarter ki
You niggas can't floss like me
No, I ain't the New Boyz
That lil bitch on me, she
I heard your mixtape that shit ain't hitting at all my nigga
She threw that on a almost threw her out my car my nigga
Baby playing I had to free
baby, it's by design
Baby, it's by design
This been where you find me at
This been where you find me at
Bad little bitch suckin' dick in my Pontiac
Heard
from the mound,
look gringo but he brown,
kill another show in your town,
stack gold bars by the ounce got an open account,
your homies like; ""why'd
Ladies and gentlemen, my name is Decoo Jay
King of Boyz, Lacuzey
Them talk say who get good woman, make he keep am well, make e no lose am
In
A-rock, uhh.. back-pack, jack-of-love
Uhh uhh, johnny p
Uh.. down - like - that - what?
Keep it real baby, 2000, millennium, we gone
momma, she don't have to work no mo'
I pay the bills by the flow from the studio
And I was out in the game by old players and G's
Hollerin 50
Sin thought it could hold me with cursed chains
But I broke them and laughed as they fell by my feet
Baby every day is my birthday, so I celebrate cause
can realign
I know love is in my design because
I treat my worst demons so kind
Intoxicated by the lunacy I call it moonshine
Getting out of line in my
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