Lyrics:
Chea you could get got on the spot
Shot in the club parking lot from the AK
I’m shootin’ ‘till the trigger get hot, ahh
Pull my sleeve over my hand
something, then you feel me
Selling H Town by the fitten
I'm the lil nigga with the mouth full
When it come to guns I got a house full
If you called your girl,
Here I am being me I'm just full of sin
Feeling like I cannot contain the best within
With you by my side I feel I can do anything
With you by my
go home, go to bed and sleep tight
Grab this Hennessey by the hair and make her speak right
Step in the club like it ain't no thang
Sittin' at the bar
and need to let her go
The reason why the highlight was when he said
You belong to the people when you outside
So dig a shovel full of money, full
But pay your ties times money, I divise wise cunning little plans
To withstand when cats drive by funny
Like I ain't got what he got, I don't play that
are brass
A heart like a horse
Love of the games, gold in his veins
Met him at the club singing my songs
He says, "Are you famous?" I was once
me they pouring up
My nigga eye low and he fuck up
The dj fucking up man I think he been pouring up
Just got off my nigga call me said the club going
write a rhyme away
I got a call from Mr. Rogers just the other day tellin' me he by my side
I'm like what the fuck you talkin' 'bout 'til he told me
write a rhyme away
I got a call from Mr. Rogers just the other day tellin' me he by my side
I'm like what the fuck you talkin' 'bout 'til he told me
part of the world fuck you if you go Against
The wastest side you trusted A Nigga he fuck you up
This world full off evils like rashes missus
ask God
respect her, I'll pay up for the time used
And then she runs to the pastor
And he tells her there will be a new chapter
But she feels no different after
respect her, I'll pay up for the time used
And then she runs to the pastor
And he tells her there will be a new chapter
But she feels no different after
By the time I did, heard that you had a kid
By some nigga in Decatur
Who replied, "See you later", when he got the good news, that's life shit
Now,
full of bub
Love
Mama I got what you need
Love
Getting high rolling bud
Love
You can find me in the club
Love
With a bottle full of bub
Love
Mama I got
of sand
I called Troy Jenkins to see if he survived
My head pounding like a stone
He started reeling off things I did last night
And I cried out over
Bustopher Jones is not skin and bones
In fact, he's remarkably fat
He doesn't haunt pubs, he has eight or nine clubs
For he's the St. James's Street
Hennessey by the hair and make her speak right
Step in the club like it ain't no thang
Sittin' at the bar while I sip on dranks
Girl wanna holla tryin'
like the Troy Davis’ stint in prison
Can’t believe the shiftiness
Like the ‘Memphis 3‘, he should’ve gotten Eddie Vedder & a Dixie chick
So pay attention
Verse 1-
Step in the club with my air force one's
In the back of the club I got air force guns
Full of that red, white, and blue - I'm +Amped Up+
all, like the sun is service (Woo!)
My pastor making dollars like he Erick Sermon
Lord forgive me for my tendencies, yeah
Got an evil plan for my mini
on vacation
The pastor is my teacher, teach me my education
The world that I live in is full of temptation
The negativity became an activity
Killing
happen was I had stopped by my nigga be spot
And he had a big blunt of that dro and I forgot
I was s'pose to go to the studio I got some hits to drop
don't cry
I had visions of Missy with her money by the tub
Ching-ching! Jackpot, I think I'm in love
I'm looking for Missy now so I can get my back
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