Lyrics:
Do not fuck with him
Stewing junk is what
All of us tryna do
University graduated and
all of us like balloons
Gonna blow up soon
Know you feel it too
and counterfeits
Promise you imma find a fix
Numb by five I get numb by six
Money I want and cement and bricks
I pull up fucked up to the lab like rick
If I blow up
And the Louis V be on my keys
And my chains be a couple G's
Got the blow the money so I do it in a breeze
Never want to cuff so he always on my line
He be running
Skittles
Bend down they block, bet they thought it was a missile
Pull a beating shit like we toting instrumentals
Aim it at his mouth, we gon' blow it at his
Swinging on the swings we little
Take me to another level
Blow me in the breeze to the meadows
By the sea playing instrumentals
We won't die won't never let
wanna eat brown rice with turkey log
It would be nice
Slap some peanut butter on a honey bun
Warm it up a little and eat it with coffee
I don't like
Everybody wanna say they did it for me
And everybody wanna be part of the success story
And everybody wanna feel important
Then when u blow up
consent (Choke)
Wit me or not
Songs out bitch, yeah we never come late
Textin' what up bitch we never gon hate
Just wanna beat it up, never gonna date
Just
I just wanted to have a bite with her, or something
Didn't go get up on that show to fight with her, or nothing
It was Keyshia Cole, Eric Benã,
All these bitches in the club
Baby you one I'm choosing
All these fuck niggas losing
Come on let's get it grooving
Surrounded by a bunch of doe
5
dope ass instrumental
Yeah I got shit to say
(Say it)
I ain’t talking that shit
But lately something been all up on my mental
(Huh)
And I can’t keep in
about
We got to blow up the spot, because they must have forget
We double (trouble) bubble (bubble) bubble (bubblin' hot)
Well it's like smack
spirit to this game
So devoted there's no pain,
Even when it rains
Before I let one take my chain
Imma have to blow a brain
Tryna get up out this game
California where us youngstas slang that cocaine
and we be hoppin it up and choppin it up and rockin it up
to tens twenties fifties and hundreds
honest, I'm bout to make it famous
So you can take that J-O-be and you can shove it up your anus
I ain't never understood how the world works
But I
Hey Nyza
I heard the new song, it sounds hella crazy
I hope it blows up soon, so you can stop working 925 and make sometime for me
Miss you
You be
all my friends are fake hoes
Double up, no triple six, you're typin' less
Used to do it nine-to-five, no double shift
If he don't share the ho, he's
Right now with the situation gettin' better
So I'm doin' you things, holla
Yeah, 50 Cent, uh huh, check me outt
Now piece by piece we put it all
niggas pulled pins
Blow up where yo crew live
Throw it up
Throw it up
Throw it up
All my niggas pulled pins blow up where yo crew live
Throw it up
under the pit
So it's musty and the pistol sittin' comfy
I put my right hand up to God
My first drive-by was on the
Two pegs of a honkey
We was teenagers,
about
We got to blow up the spot, because they must have forget
We double (trouble) bubble (bubble) bubble (bubblin' hot)
Well it's like smack
before
It wasn't like this before
50 Cent, I'm makin hit's now
Don't try an act like you ain't heard
I'm the shit now some bitches changed
'cause they
ass open stuff ya like a duck what
Attraction recarnation in a slump twenty-five cents
And a German dick pumped up
Shoulda known the killa from
ain't show offs
Tryin' to keep it low so we don't see no cops
Wanna blow up, but I don't wanna go pop
Gotta blow up cause I can't let this dough stop
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