Lyrics:
(Yes sir)
Everyday a nigga' in these streets ? I'm on paper chase
(Everyday)
Even if i gotta scam' i'm a get this cake
(Fuck it)
Real talk? i should be
on the top bunk
I make alot of noise, boy, like a cop car
The whip got the dicks out like a pop bra
And you ain't gotta ask your girl you knew she knew me
I come with the talk
She come with punch and a kick
Now I'm all by myself
Whip a pound of the brick
Get the brick on a bike
The brick fall out
I got 5 breads and 2 fish I remember when I was on selfish shit now I only bake cake just to share da shit boy if u ain’t never thought legacy I guess
spare it
I ain't tryna mix this rap shit with the internet
Ran it up off Pack instead
Who the fuck said trappin dead
I don't care what you doing with
of Glocks
I'm chasing this cake Trynna make me a pie
Milano the coat just know I paid a lot
Go deep in her throat til I'm hitting the spot
That boy taking
a weed seller, but a crocka sack beller
A rap star plus a 2 time felon
Sellin' phones out the trunk I mix G with funk
I put it all together, and rock it
what I want I
Would buy a house by the water
I would relax with the awning up
I would mix drinks wit coconut
If I could have what I want
I'd find a love
Crushed anyone opposed
(Lot of ladies)
Pop Cristal, toast to all those like
(Kid Capri)
Helpin' to unify both coasts
I'm twenty-six, still in the mix
eni tia su
Like sure,like all,awon olopa la su
Every time ni won ma burst,le awon boys hands up
Gat to feel the shit right
Ko si eni mo shey mo by
NIGGA
Keep me some cash
Keep me racks
Glock 19 no we cant lack
Brand new choppa
Brand new strap
Brand new draco
Brand new uzi
Smoke dat boy just like
Whodini disappeared and Doug E. Fresh went stale
And I think Sir Mix-A-Lot got into some bad ale
The Fat Boys broke up and then one of 'em died
And when I
Y'all can't get with the Mix-A-Lot show
The man you love to hate ain't phased by the fakes
If you want to playa hate
Eat a big 'ole snake
It's
I know you a bitch, lil boy
So don't even trip, lil boy
I'm just tryna get rich, lil boy
I'm just tryna hit a lick, lil boy
That thang by my hip, lil
the dollar
And the problem when you on that cake
And when you shine
A lot of niggas they be on that hate
If I don't grind then who the fuck
Gon' put it on my
to get somewhere that's real and pure and true and eternal"
"Toby can you go with your boy?"
"Let's go"
Father God, I am clay in your hands
Help me
Now you crossed me, mane (I keep a lot heat, lot of heat)
It's like (I keep a lot heat, lot of heat)
You know (I keep a lot heat, lot of heat)
Like DAYUM
I just want to smoke my shit
Couple blizzys to the face
N’ I don’t care about shit
Like damn
Roll out, with the windows down
Sunset
By
I'ma see you in Hell (inhale)
Battle rap? Boy you wouldn't win a debate
The type of legacy I got
You don't get by mistake
Man don't let them amp you up
the victory
Wait! One moment Wait! You, boy! Get on that chair!
Me, Signor? Not a tooth, sir, I beg of you!
I ain't got a twinge, not the slightest
she really at?
Probably got location on your phone, she know where you at
A lot of niggas hatin' on the boy
Why you really mad?
Is it cause I'm
Yamborghini-high, Lambo by the crib
This is how it is, yeah, these niggas fake
No, we can't relate
Boys get Yamborghini-high, Lambo by the crib
an unbelievable night
I called it surreal, Sir Mix-a-Lot tape in
Hit the spot, spot my next victim
I'm picky like I missed a spot shavin'
Came to sip vodka, shit
Yeah the boy got the juice I'm loved by everybody
Pray for me 'cause I'm making killings for years (Years)
Take your chance see if you'll stand, like
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