Lyrics:
could gave a F*** what the media gotta say about me
N**** I ain't got no motherf***ing english
I'm from the hood
And you know what?
If a motherf***er
while I'm baggin' da fish
Drop me an album, now I'm pullin' a lick
Got DD3 now I feel like hoodrich
Sendin' her smoke while she rubbin' her clit
I'm
watch to Starburst too,
Put them Lemon Heads in yo ears,
Put them Fruity Pebbles in yo fingers,
Now you're envied by yo peers,
And I'ma get yo ass in
p-pump, p-pump that
Pump that
Pump that bass
Motherfucker, say what?
Donald B's in the place to give me the pace
He said my man JD is on freebase
the sho' shots, it got me spittin
These slugs at my competition, in rap sessions
U-A-P ain't got no weapon, you lip professin
Next in, line, parental
by the track wetter"
The hash spreader, I love the grimy shit
Even my girl did grimy shit to me and I went back with her
Three years for carrying
breakdown...y'all can break now
My kitchen full of heat, if you can't take the temp
Make yourself exempt
P**** footin' around don't be gettin' y'all nowhere but
heard nothing like me yet
Bring anyone I bet money, live will set
Your honey sticking like honey, nice and wet
Don't lie, you would like to be Ghetts
on
The homie Great John on the beat, by the way
Don't Come Outside, Volume 3 out now
(Great John on the beat, by the way)
I'ma fan Heavenly Father but
p-pump, p-pump that
Pump that
Pump that bass
Motherfucker, say what?
Donald B's in the place to give me the pace
He said my man JD is on freebase
a half day is
Did a little dance when the pack came in
One plus two plus three times three
You never pedaled work, and you ain't held a brick
I know by how
much blud
Their ain't been a tag team like us since
The Legion of Doom
Wish it was 3, 2, 1 and blast me to the moon
I'm grieving
Don't ask me when I'm
Live with us H-B
What what (echo)
[Chorus: x3]
(B.G.) Niggas in trouble cause the Hotboys behind the trigger
(Juvenile) You don't want this out
since 2016
And my lyrics getting stronger while yours are getting weak
You wanna talk about Starla but it's your only release
Once you drop three albums
If you don't want kno trouble betta get back from me
I was trained as a youngin' go and get dat money
Dats right [x8]
[Verse 1:]
I'm on da cover
heart was in da right place (ohhh)
I guess so I can live it put food on my plate
You must still love me not to let it in by three that day
Well
Trying to ball and they call me a bad sport
It's not my fault that it's gon' be a violation
If you step foot in my back court
If you want to run your
busters 'til they die
Lord Forgive me
The Hennessy got me not knowin' how to act
I'm fallin' and I can't turn back
Until my death
You walkin' with your
me
Book another flight in Santorini
If u by my side don't ever leave me
Make me milly I said "it's a bet"
L3 and Riq board with a hit like the Mets
I
my life is a movie ya'll sitting an watching
Motha fuckas can't keep up with me
Crumble up money like it trash in the street
If you ain't pushin P get
Check this out now I'm Tha R E C
Steppin' out into the streets of I P one three
Some won't recognize but some will do
Bow down to me when I come
that's Why Rappers Diein'
Don't Get It Confused Imma Still Show You How To Grind
They Tell Me If I Write A Lullaby For The Females
That These Sales Are
that's Why Rappers Diein'
Don't Get It Confused Imma Still Show You How To Grind
They Tell Me If I Write A Lullaby For The Females
That These Sales Are
that's Why Rappers Diein'
Don't Get It Confused Imma Still Show You How To Grind
They Tell Me If I Write A Lullaby For The Females
That These Sales Are
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