Lyrics:
VERSE 1 ]
Before this jam starts I'm simply stating
You have all waited, now you can stop waiting
Shall I ease into the disses, go 20, then 30
Or shall I
You have all waited, now you can stop waiting
Shall I ease into the disses, go 20, then 30
Or shall I got straight to 80 percent?
Aw, it doesn't matter,
time kept slippin' and made her crazy
And she talked about havin' another baby
The guy was like, "oh Lord"
We got one now that we can't afford
But she
standing tall like I'm 7'2"
You ain't cut from that same cloth, hell nah we ain't gettin' no checks with you
No you can't get no checks with me, get these
Uh. We in here counting dead president heads
Up in the years, it's been up in the mills of dead president heads and counting
They put pictures
some Dramamine
Llama scream, hotter than summer sun on a Ghana queen
Now all I want is hits, bitch, Wayne signed a fiend
I played the side for you n-ggas
I tried to end my life 3 times before I finished school
Life been in shambles for some years but I still keep it cool
I make y'all laugh to keep from
know why cause I was
Frivolous but now I’m a saver
I’m a hustler by nature
I can sell bread to a baker
Sell a fence to my next door neighbour
I wanna buy
cracker a day (what? Oh shit)
Girl, well, I heard the bitch was married to Tim
And started fucking with Trina
Well, I heard the bitch got hit by three
cracker a day (what? Oh shit)
Girl, well, I heard the bitch was married to Tim
And started fucking with Trina
Well, I heard the bitch got hit by three
Than pull out a bitch, like a rabbit out a hat
Nigga if I want, I can have it like that
Fuck two or three bitches at the same time
Grab the microphone
my notes, Wayne)
Certified goon
(yeah) , the lock's on standby (What up)
I just need a couple real
Niggas I can stand by (yeah, C-M-B)
A bad bitch with
Like a hot buttered pop da pop da pop dibbie dibbie
Pop da pop pop, don't you dare stop
Come alive y'all, gimme whatcha got
I guess by now you can
a Croconaw
I'm spitting that poison that Toxic talk
The season just changed and a lot forgot
We back in this bitch you can't stop the squad
Got a shit-eatin' grin
Bitch, show me them itty-bitty titties again
We're in Sin City
Since when did we begin to get 'dicted to dope
Diggity, bitch
feel like a father, I'm sonning all ya
Guess this a reprimand you want the can
Sir? Get the smoke from the second hand
But wait, as an artist we
Really
an
Iron or it's the irony
And by the way, I'm at the gas station now
But not to get gas
Just another black and mild
Shit this half a half a tank
Gon' have
the 'ven got racks in my pocket (bitch)
Dirty ass hoes tried to dog me last year not knowing a nigga finna be a problem
And them niggas shit them bogus ass
tri9i ghi zid
A world with no real limits oh my god ouh
Zahya 7did o bitches in my rides ouuuh
Money ain't a problem we be living by night
Don't let no
(yeah, yeah, yeah)
We pop like bubblegum
It's our year now
We poppin' bubblegum
We comin' 'round for some
You know you want some
He ain't know we
in the heat of stuff
Mental rattled in the battle
Keepin' touch
With the 7 year old who gone keep me up
8 years later went colder
A nigga stuck
Under
and it's bye hater
We get them squares in a little
Package like Now & Laters
Man I've been trapping all day
Man I don't even sleep
I been posted
with me.
And even on your block smoke them like a fucked up bell,
Can't be caught by no Po-Po's can't be put in no slammer.
I don't be fucking with
Ay i can't breathe hold up lah brother ay
Why i'm lookin' lost? Ay
What we tryna do lah bitch?
Ay i got that green
My bank account is lookin' good ok
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