Lyrics:
of earth
Put out your hand
And touched the face of hell
All this is why you don't have anything to say
When your boy tells you
That he is seeing cracks in
the real fuck with me
If it aint about a Hundred don't speak to me
Young arrogant nigga all the bitches say im mean
Sloppy bankroll make a broke bitch smile
Ultra
On your own
Dime and release it for free, right?
Def Jam had signed Lonny Breaux, then this
Frank Ocean guy puts out
An Internet sensation
That
Dan I customize all the fire
Why you point me to the work and you don't even know who supply it
Mixing up the chemicals baby, I'm Bill Nying
Skrill off
And sold robotics
If you fell in my fire, you probably roast on it
Heat up the stove and put hope on it
Cah they don't care 'bout our lives, I put my soul
This is the gallant crew that rolled the big super fort
Which carried the first atomic bomb to Japan
Piloted by Colonel Paul Tibbets Jr. of Miami
country on fire until I
Rise to absolute accomplishment i must
Rise to absolute accomplishment
If we really want to put these
Fires out and stop all
shirt, don't make me bring one out
I got that thing, exotic car, don't make me bring it out
I put 'em Burkins in the closet, told her bring one out, hah
you before baby... but listen
[Chorus:]
Put my numba in ya phone,
And when you get out the club girl call me up
Put my number in ya phone,
Just
feelin'
Put me on Club Shay Shay
Shout to Katt Williams
You smokin' work if you don't think I spit that propane
I'm stranglin' these rappers
While grippin'
friends down
Until ya family up"
If I bring the fish by they cookin'
It's a fish fry
My friends make the fish fly but
They ain't playin' Candy Crush
I don't
don't
Where my great granny stay, right by the court I caught them plays
She need to pull in my way
Ain't hard to notice, shawty, it's you that I want
(How?)
Don't put no new music out, we don't wanna hear that shit
You a coon and you fucked up Teyana Taylor's shit (Fuck boy)
Bill Cosby locked up with
to respond
Peddlin' sin, thinkin' maybe when you get old you realize
I'm not gonna fold or demise
(I don't smoke crack, motherfucker I sell it!)
Bitch,
Alright boys
I got a whole palette of vision I need to go out by tonight (yeah)
I need you vigilant out there (yeah)
So keep your head up
Watch
out the word
They gonna walk and they sleep and drash
Now the reefer's on fire, let the motherfucker burn
The farm once you came here when it was
shit on fire
Ice cold drip I'm still on fire
Try to put me out but the clip on fire
Do it for the team put the team on fire
Walk up in the scene got
ain't fucking, she don't need to ride (beat it)
She can crawl in the trunk with her knees inside
By the spare, she hungry, I'll feed her fries
'Cause
don't want to collide with us
Leave it alone, you way up out of league
You need to follow my lead
Everybody say they legendary I don't believe
Some
finger
Wrist to my bling, yeah, my fever is king, yeah
I'm telling you where we bring it
I type by A-K-S-K
I type by centing, yeah
Yeah, yeah, me boy dem
in the nigga face
Don't see what the fuck
Bulgin' off my waist? A nigga rob me
He won't make it past the gate
Put his mom in front of the pastor' face
like I supposed to
Rolling like I supposed to
Shining like I supposed to
In the club, f***ing with honeys like I supposed to
I don't understand it
it's finished
This goin' on WorldStar, Shade Room
And Akedemiks the Baller Alert
Or catch it on The Breakfast Club
See, when TMZ mention this
It's gon'
you fool"
Come on, you don't recognize me?
Damn look, it's Lowdy Williams, he drunk as fuck
Insulting the waitresses. Oh man haha
Fuck shit, even
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