Lyrics:
a motherfuckin nigga from down south
Nigga think I'm ?tray? hoe I ain't ?tray?
Find this gun in your motherfuckin mouth, test me baby
If you think I'm playin,
irrational
You mad mad wanna call me an ass
Oh no we gotta keep it down
Understand the words when we spit when we on outs
If we both at odds then we spose
live a life of crime
Or you gonna stay on the porch and do good by your people
But your destination is solely up to you
Damnnn
I've been running out
much boss in me
You could call me lil' Kelis
Yeah
I'm a bossy, flossy bitch
Look at my teeth, I get cheese
I'm a money magnet, I make hella green
Nothings ever too much
I gave it my all and yet you still can't trust me
Put the fire out
You're always in your head possessed by your insecurities
Laying in
We got London on da Track
Drop top, wop
If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you
Cartier frames, call me four eyes
Still can cook
So what you doing
I want to hook up tonight
Let's get some drinks
And we can get drunk tonight
Call your girls
So we can hook up tonight
And let's
but, if it add up
One, two, nigga that's mad nuts
Game you mad nuts, how you gon' call out all these
Bitches knowin' damn well they gon' call me
The only
at the airport, I'm at the MGM
Smoke Swisher Sweets and Zigs and Zags
Drinkin Brandy straight, out a tall ass glass
They call em Maurice's, I'm wit E-40
Mack-10 yo
more, call me Gold, Cuz I'm way more than a mind, body, and soul
My identity was stolen, they ain't bring me on the boat, I got crossed out by the people
chop at yo' ass
I just let the hands of God toe-tap on you fast
Leave you mashed like potatoes on the top of the grass
Call the coppers to catch me
ain't playing with niggas, no sir not me
And they can't blindfold what my third eye see
Yeah I was locked up, but like a bird I'm free
And the coupe
this look easy ain't as easy as it look
And this beat stook in my head it got me singing on the hook
Do it by the book
No I don't do it by the book
Do it
[by Kelis Feat. Nas]
You know what I am
You know what I do well at least I thought you knew
They call me Pusha
Damn
I take you like a slap in
broken blindfolds
Ride slow, where the time go
Coming to my exit, excess on my mind though
You and I know, you and I know
It ain’t much out here a nigga
[Hook]
No sleep b**** I said no sleep
Gotta feed the fans this music and plus I gotta eat I said
No sleep b**** I said no sleep
Gotta feed the fans
with America's #1 DJ, Funkmaster Flex
In collaboration with America's, pardon me, #1 independent rap label, Dipset
And right now I'm accompanied by
Migos, wha? Go Ride in the road man I get my serve on,
Know is on trouble, call me mister serve on
Talking on a cell phone real, real hook
but, if it add up
One, two, nigga that's mad nuts
Game you mad nuts, how you gon' call out all these
Bitches knowin' damn well they gon' call me
The only
playin' monopoly (monopoly)
The devil keep tryna jump all on my back
But I'm the man, ain't stoppin' me (nah)
Fuckin' that bitch, she got too attached
at the airport I'm at the MGM
Smoke Swisher Sweets and Zigs and Zags
Drinkin Brandy straight out a tall ass glass
They call em Maurice's I'm wit E 40
Mack
turned me to a monster
He says repeatedly on
The hook i ask him about this song at dinner
And he tells me that he
Means the sentiment "in
A good and bad
the stars
Give it time to level out
If you worried about the flow, I'll make a beat
Write you a hook, then you repeat
Even go as far to drop a mixtape
Verse One: Tash
I knew this nigga by the name of Captain Hook
Who had a record deal but no lyrics in his book
But everywhere you looked
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