Lyrics:
move her body like a nympho
Got a big ol phatty like a spliff I roll
I got Ice running in my veins
I’m a killer in the game I bang
Head shots help kill
just ate
Riffin, she got to be to work by eight
This must mean she ain't tryin to wait
Conversate, sex on the first date I state "You know what you do
head
And I steady been whippin' her (sex)
If I roll up the Maybach windows, we don't care 'bout the listeners
I don't know what your nigga told you
through your hood and any locality, head back to Queens
Piped out seats, Oakwood MB cord speakers
Bumpin' out old shit
That made me think of Old Easters
doin?) Nothing chillin at the Holidae In
(Who you wit?) Me and my peeps won't you bring four of your friends
(What we gon' do?) Feel on each other
doin?) Nothing chillin at the Holidae In
(Who you wit?) Me and my peeps won't you bring four of your friends
(What we gon' do?) Feel on each other
evidence for
If these things are what you mean by God
Then I believe in God but I
Don't believe in a personal
God to whom I look for comfort or for a
Natural
by)
Walk down, curb side, head shot (yeah)
I'm thinkin' big racks (big racks)
Sawed off, chest shot, Mad Max
I'm smokin' big dope, I don't need
priority
calm your fragility
practice don't you try and preach
close your eyes I'm hitting the gas
make money so you eat
eye open when you sleep
I don't
couple
And I could tell by your purse game that your nigga truly loved you
So many bags, only if you knew the struggle
Still got the ones that she had
myself some bape
Stas and some louis too
If you talkin' out your mouth
Leave you black and blue
Drop a weight on his head
Like it's Looney Tunes drop shot
their records on hold
They threatened by my presence cause I make them feel old
Guaranteed if they drop, they bragging bout what they sold
Just
(Child)
But I'll run down (Down)
On your crew and get buck wild (Crew, wild)
So what's up now? (Now?)
Came to bring pain and assist you in dyin'
There's
Four fifty-five, I drive by doin' a hundred
And I stay blunted
'Cause I do what I need
And that's the reason that they love me
'Cause I've been
facts
Who want smoke
You want jokes
Make me laugh
Your hoe
On my lap
She want the Louis bag
N the hat
Big facts
I spend it then she’ll bust it in
Yeah
To all my fans
The people, who don't know..
What I been goin through
To make my, own..
Now it's time to hurt your feelings as I upsets
Buried in Louis, I'm talking all brown linen, huh
Talk stupid, get your head popped
I got that Esther, bitch, I'm Red Fox
Big B's, Red Sox
I get
Should invest in real estate
Man fake is what they are
Even in they're realest state
Damn look at what you made
Damn look at what he makes
Open doors, open
lil ninja
Big ninjas can’t (what!!) Come n get the picture
Mystery man passed on the lunch line
Dark Soul your devil couldn’t punch mine
I’m in
motherfuckers who planning a drive by
On my ass cause I'm posting too much (What)
On my ass cause I'm boasting too much (Yeah)
On my ass cause I make it a point
stripes off the rocks (stripes)
I make you count off the rocks
These niggas think that I made it and can't get my friends, so they wanna be opps
If I see
Let me know so I can add your fuckin' name on my list!
All you WestCoast DJ's check your wrists
If you skiddad the big fish to your playlist!
Now
know about it
Make money All Day
Big money, spend money All Day
Big whips, big clips, big trips with my clique
Gon' tell me
Tell me what you know about
it make sense to me please
What does it mean to be free?
Opened up the door, then slammed it in my face
Been running from my shadow, been running
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