Lyrics:
gear
Also here to let you know
The mic is dumb clear then you disappear
So quiet you can hear turd fall
Just when you thought you heard it all
Bird call
speak in
I put money on myself bitch you don't know what you believe in
If you hustle lemme see
Can't get a hand up outta me
I turn 10 to 20, 50
Overtime
KumbaYe
But you got hurt because you did cool by 'Ye
You gave him twenty million without blinkin'
He gave you twenty minutes on stage, fuck was he
energies floating by?
You ain't gotta pick them all
Some energies people are gonna go and pick
Won't fit them all
Some energies dem evil in disguise
Ayy, ayy, ayy
I got a condo in Manhattan
Baby girl, what's happenin'? (What's happenin'?)
You and your ass invited
So go on and get to clappin'
The D-O-double-G, twenty years of luxury
20 Crippin', fuck with me, east side hustler
Plus a cold motherfucker, you can't get enough of me
Ultramagnetic, these
her if her weave new
I'm still a hood nigga, what you want me to do?
Been hoppin' out the BM with your BM
Taking her places that you can't go with
her if her weave new
I'm still a hood nigga, what you want me to do?
Been hoppin' out the BM with your BM
Taking her places that you can't go with
family find the body wait
Then drop by tha wake
View the body while the body lay
Family cryin they confide in you, know where your momma stay
If they can't
me tell you somethin' bout a nigga named Short
Rappers always talk about the way I can't flow
But let me hit the mall with the same MC's
I be signin
love
Enough of your love
Enough of your love your love enough of your love
Come give me your love cant let you go
You know how I roll
Cant let
gone
I'm all alone (Ooo ohhh)
Waiting by the phone (Yeah)
Just want you home
And though I don't want to admit it (My love won't let ya go)
Shoulda left
you
But you don't give a shit
I cant stay together
It rain in the weather
It's too hot to live
And I stay under pressure
Got nowhere to go
But you not
So called beef wit you know who
Fuck it he just let him kill all of our troops
Look at the bullshit we been through
Had the niggas sitting on top
Yo
Hey yo, you all remember Shiro
Down low the money
Snaked by his girl and the friend he called his right hand
Things have been different from
Iron the wrinkles out my scrotum, wear it to your function
I am not aroused by simple plowing or thrustin
Can’t cum unless you use my balls as a speed
Action touch down cause hell
Bitch I want static
No twenty one but I'm really a savage
Hold up Lil bro let me show em I'm savage ask
About me for you get
I responded by saying hello
She paid for my drink and then said: "Let's go"
20 minutes later things were starting to cook
As we pulled up into her
can't take anymore, anymore)
Ever since beginning you've been complaining
Yelling, all too much for me to handle
Won't you let me light my candle
You
I let a lot of homies slide
Only got a few left by my side
Never liked feuding with my guys
But I know that we gon be alright (Yeah, yeah)
A few
a bae and go escape
Let's run it up, travel state to state
By twenty-three, I'll relocate
See all my guys steady winning everyday,
My life's great
I cut
the number
I took that fuck nigga shit
Can't cap me down
I know the number
I took that fuck nigga shit
Pull up real quick
Let that chopper hit
20 thousand you
You say
One for the trouble
Two for the time
Come on, y'all, let's rock the
Yes, yes, y'all
Freak, freak, y'all
Funky beats, y'all
Then you
You say
One for the trouble
Two for the time
Come on, y'all, let's rock the
Yes, yes, y'all
Freak, freak, y'all
Funky beats, y'all
Then you
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