Lyrics:
me if I want to dance (at all)
Pistol on my side if it get live, hope it don't want a chance (yeah)
Uh, laid up by the water, I just want a tan (tan)
flying in
We hoping out cabs like Iron Men
It's hard to believe how niggaz leave with no bag supplying sense
Empty 'cause my staff is hiring
Canine dogs
That forty-four mag'll twist ya aves and the cav you flying in
We hoping out cabs like Iron Men
It's hard to believe how niggaz leave with no bag
smash your Benz windows
Detecting fake niggas signals
Yo live niggas get it too
Scarin rappers like the fed time
Gotti was acquitted to
Bloodshot red
I'm with, yo we don't give a fuck
So what the fuck nigga
Yo we don't give a fuck
Surrounded by sounds, smoking clouds
No spaces
Unfamiliar faces, I
these commas
Thugtown baby
Trap spot made me
In yo kickback wit glocks wit da gang gang
Big drac if he play it go bang bang
Kobe jus threw me a perky
don't stop
Yo I'm back in this shit, I'm back in it to win it
So check it as I spin it, yo
[TMD]
Beware beware, as the T starts to step up
I kick shit
of noise)
Burner pop off and leave dem by surprise
You better not move, when I say freeze
Because we no fraid fi pop off and squeeze
'Bout you a bawl,
Put the fuckin' mic on
Mic is on
Joe Crack the Don uh
Yeah, Yeah, y'all
Irv Gotti
What's love?
Ashanti, Terror, Terror Squad
It should be about us
Be
[Jadakiss]
Yo even if I just cooked up, if money's comin give you it moist
And don't be scared to die, I ain't give you a choice
Niggas'll try
(it really wasn’t nun)
I told her to keep it a secret, don’t be with allat extra (with allat bs)
Meanwhile I’m by my compressor, thinking bout you yo
is the root of all
Evil bitch you need me
Yeah yeah a young nigga geeking
He gon shoot a nigga like it's lethal
They hating on me, can't believe it
I
really is another side, I seen his mother cry
I just wanna know where he went when my cousin died
That last step, then it's yo debt, yo last breath
Then
fuck playin' fair!
y'all niggas like loose-leaf paper, easy to tear
Drag just burn that up and get it outta here
y'all think y'all goin' from heaven
sour in the tower i got the power
One plug, you know pull up on us by the hour
I can't get enough of the work
I know a nigga need it first
I told my
and never will
Live my life on press appeal
Keep it true, keep it real
Better said, I keep it trill
And no matter who don't like it, homie
That's just how it
christening
So you better grab your pistol
Cause if you sit still
I'm gonna make your fuckin shit spill
And I'm talkin bout buckets
Why did I have to do it
feeling like yachty
I make that big booty twerk yo gotti
Back of the seats and I’m feeling yo body
I’m feeling so good yea I’m feeling exotic
She got me
really is
Built pyramids, ground up from the streets
It's that Q talk serious
Yo, see I'm a student of a game how I pay attention
You so poor that
kickin contest
You're gonna get your ass stampeded repeatedly
And immediately Hannibal Lecter gonna feed it to me
Please believe what you see
Or see it
a fatter poem
Matter of fact you can tell by
How my vibe i'm bout it
Hopped on it one minute
One minute later i'm vibing on it ,
This beat is non-respondent
I go by cola no soda I thought I told yaaaaa
Bitch I'm Cola fuckin D flip it around you know the name and that's on gang Ha!
Man I lost my miiiiiiind
kickin' but I don't believe them
She don't answer, I don't call her twice
My fit black but it's off white
They hanging with us and they taking pictures
beats, baby)
Great John on the beat, by the way
I don't care if it still stink, I'ma leave her alone
Even though she out here wishin' R. Kelly was
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