Lyrics:
and stay low
I twist more caps than the 40 oco
Bitches know, could tell by the look on the thug face
The way they play it in the club, it ain't safe
bling here
Been having a Benz, been having Vettes, been having a Rover
Gotta house by the lake, look here ask Joe Claire, see I told ya
Been having
city yea!]
[its mitton nigga, real niggas]
You go walk the streets back and you go on and have marshall
[these ridas nigga]
[welcome to detroit city!
grain
Big body sittin wide enough to take up both lanes
I chunk up the duece for the North and the South
And the boys with that hard and that soft in
beaten by the best
Yo, damn skip I be riding my own dick
Those with that fly shit up in they head, get domes swollen quick
Competition best pray for
I'm ready for it
Path wasn't steady for me, I walk different
Ain't code-switching, I talk different
Revolutionary, my thoughts different
You man are
can see just by the smell
Like a ship from Little Sicily, my niggas got the shells
Give 'em hell, make a trigger start singing off like Adele
Hot
Seems like a heavy load
Anti-depressants lessen episodes
While the West End boys in their hand-me-down clothes
Brag about fights under high street
Sally
By the seashores, I sold shells to the catties (who did it?)
Me and akh done it twice, we're pending on a triple (verb)
Xrp, we're tryna let
you begin to whisper “discharge”
Traumatized by the lies of the turncoats
Who walk enemy ground to go and burn smoke
Five dead single shot glock nine
I am a Single Queen
You know the fucking vibes
King T Double E
With DJ-Z!
Tell em
Aye, Aye
Okay
I put my hands in the sky
Then I wave them side
of spades up on everythang 8ths to the face
And I'm smoking on purple rain
Flown I'm past fly smell my cologne when i walk by grab my coat and hold on
Cause
The ladies ballin' too yea they fuck it up, you wish you knew 'em but you sad as fuck
Boy I'm coolin with my vatos, He think he hard actin macho
He finally
Oowee backwards is weeoo weeoo
And weeoo weeoo the sound of a cop car
She was used to those
Being on back roads
Hot boxing with dope boys
Singing
(Ouuu)
(Ouuu)
(Yea)
Told her I'm the realest aint a nigga realer
Gave them boys my last guess they forgot but shit forget em
Posting all them guns
"Daddy was able to get a sheet of parchment paper and write a prayer on it
His personal prayer, thanking God for who I am
I have to walk in my divine
Iʼm getting sucked by somebody auntie
I use to rock hundreds now Iʼm want mazi
Walk in the club Iʼm sipping on wocki
Backwoods stuffed Iʼm smoking
was so foul
Let him touch my chain, Yung Joc
It's gon' go down have a showdown
She eat me and she throw down
I can tell just by the way she
Walk that
Queensbridge
Ayo, Jungle (Yo) tell em where you from
Straight outta Queensbridge
I'm selling crack to a pregnant mother
And make her daughter think I love her
and I ain't coming back
(SpaceTime)
I convince myself that I was never there
All my friends walk by like
They don't know my name
I forget the mask cover
a freezer then
I called the boy by his real name like Vegeta did (Kakarot)
Youngins hatin' 'cause a hoe
I would tell 'em that shit stupid, though they
cold nor'westers
We had in Paddy West's
Put on your dungaree jackets
And walk out looking your best
And tell 'em you're an old sailor man
That
a mandolin
Scrambling these words together, no one fucks with fancy pants
I'm vain as fuck, can't walk by a mirror without a handsome glance!
I'm a sick
hidin', boy
I'm in the loop, you ain't hard to find
Yeah, I got troops that move
Silently at all times i keep sellin' drugs
I keep divin' deeper all
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