Lyrics:
off of that lean
Get her wet, wet her up like a dock
Run up on me and I'm makin' em' drop
No buzzer beater we beat the shot clock
Three points aim' em
One, two
One, two, three, uh
Yeah
I was working part time in a five-and-dime
My boss was Mr. McGee
He told me several times that he didn't
hate that
Saying Black Lives Matter
Funny when they say that
They call me a coon, well
Joe Biden said I ain't black
Trump used to be in every
Song
You've opened the door
Deep inside me
I will never be the same
From the moment you came into my life my world
lt's unbelievable
And all because
ohhhhh
Ohhhhh ohhhhh ohhhhh
It's 3 in the studio
We about to hit the road
Close the doors light the blunt
We making music for the soul
Addicted to chaos
it slow
Wanna go outside my eyes be burning down the door
But I just can't decide because I be losing control
I've been losing control
Yeah
Running
world)
(And no one's too thorough to lose it on to a girl uh)
What if they told you your chick was a grouupie
You know, like a ho, the type that be
the floor
And I don't even need to bring a single gun to war
'Cause I be on some shit that they ain't never done before
Takin' over piece by piece,
butter, that's right twerkin' over shifts
Business boomin off the buzzer, and I'm a happy camper
Til the homey beat his bootch down for no reason with
than McFlurry machines
To get them likes UP...she gotta drop it down low
Big Mac’s holding stacks of that cheese to drown hoes
Throw that onion back
the success
That be making their character change and flip right quick
Feel like vice grips, round your mental
Can't believe it's like this, formally priceless
refused to lay low and gave those
Better years of my life to pave roads
Live as hell, we did it by ourselves
The only secret to this shit is one that
anything
Slumdawg I'm on all fours
Caged in by the slumlords
DC I'm from 8th ward
Where go to Feds
Ain't no **** state court
That's why I'm praying for
I solemnly swear
They keep them slugs in the air
Until they murder me
Shut down the government
Revelutionaries be lovin' it
Clinton flee the country
Just give me three hours, I'm through the city with the whole pound
Can't even put the grams on the scale, that bitch broke down
I feel like Chubb Money,
saving up just to rent a pent suite
Think deep
What you doing in the streets
When half of your boys got that envy
They be quick to talk like Dj Envy
That
Yeah yeah
It's Funk Flex y'all
With Com Sense bwoy
Understand it's a rapture
Volume three the final chapter
Ain't nuttin but that b-boy thing goin
the door.
But oh, you tell me
it all sounds crazy
but sometimes crazy
is all that we need
so hold my hand and
I will take you there
one day we’ll live by
go to work
Keep the peace on earth
This is a rebirth
A renaissance that lurks
Around the corner until infinity
A year that lets me live my dream
Like
Everything that I give Imma take, shorty I hate to see you far away
Honestly, I ain't seen nothing like you in all my days
I couldn't be without you
three cord bond praise to God my
Fear is legal he watching like regal wait for the sequel
I said it's three cord bond We might be
Fazed but we always
like Fronty and Mission though
I'm a Robinson and don't live in Bow
If you don't man that's a living GOAT
I rep East London with the realest quotes
the kitchen cold
Repping ya set then you get lined up by the shit they sold
Let's run it back I still be trippin' over love
(Bitches funny I ain't trippin' over
down
So I'm straaaiiiggghhhttt... hey shawty I'm straaaiiiggghhhttt
[B.G.]
Okay now, now when I spit it, I spit it how I live it
Every verse I ever
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