Lyrics:
(locked in)
No, you don't need that, how you rollin' in that hot Benz? (ah, ah)
36, 34 lil' momma goddam
Find out you just want be loved by a hood nigga
is crossover
PeeWee Kirkland, Lil Mama
Ms. Kirkland's going in
So when you see me in the drop top shades
In the summer-time blazing
You wanna be
is crossover
PeeWee Kirkland, Lil Mama
Ms. Kirkland's going in
So when you see me in the drop top shades
In the summer-time blazing
You wanna be
and it’s getting late
Crossover then hesitate
Skate by him like a figure eight
Whoever left, dunk bait
Give me the ball, can’t wait
Catch ’em all with
"I write to you, my dearest friend, my only personal friend
My mind is weak and body torn by isolation's hold
So, desperately I write to you inside
the plan
They engineered coronavirus, patented it
And exaggerated its effect by running world medicine as villains
And paid liars on tv reading their message
Like why you so fly? (I don't know)
Like why you so high? (I don't know)
Like why them niggas staring at you so hard every time you ride by? (I
Spills are spun, a crossover break slice
Sugar brother the pavement says
Scheamin' on suicide to play post I slash
First step.. I shook ya ass
Step
I feel like I'm being assassinated by boredom or something
I need some excitement, some adventure, some of that
You know that 'Je ne sais quoi', I
then what I knew now, I would have been a writer
Let it burn like lighter, no usher
But bring the ushers to carry the dead I'm getting higher scotty
From what I heard she got a baby by Busta
My best friend said she used to fuck with Usher
I don't care what none of y'all say, I still love her
(She
From what I heard she got a baby by Busta
My best friend said she used to fuck with Usher
I don't care what none of y'all say, I still love her
(She
stupid then you lose your seat
Cats be buyin up SoundScans to beef up sales
Niggas wanna crossover, wanna be upscale
Fuck that, that ain't hip-hop, that's
contra
More chains then Buster, and more hoes then Usher
It's Gucci Mane & Drama, so that means more commas
I'm hands on like a laptop, get your cap
you when I was cleaning out the deep fry?
Didn't wanna swing by
Hoes saying he's fine, yeah right
Saying that I wanna fuck, she lying, she trying
I
shit been on my mind
Smokin' dope I'm gettin' deady
Lotta pressures on my shoulders
Steady movin' but it's heavy
I was posted by the deli
Any means
up
You can bet I come diggin' you up
Them niggas bust guns just to make niggas run by
Me? I squeeze mine with one eye and one closed and focus
rise up some more ushers
To walk in humility, commendin' one another
As iron sharpens iron, Lord, allow me to mend my brother
We prepare ourselves by
unilateral defeat of the children
Farewell to Adam's seed
The rise is welcomed
The way of all things soon to change
For of the power, shed by blood for
In the ripened season, before the autumn moon
Seven signs revealing, apocalyptic doom
Abomination of desolation, stand against the lies
Usher in
awakened jiss by ya kiss
I got a sweet tooth now that I tasted ya sugar lips
The way that you swaying ya hips
Got me thinking bout taking dips
Got me
minutes
I swear that this shit onna flo
Nigga insurance just went up
And i ain't the women you claim to do right by you so
Whenever you thinking bout
feel)
A young nigga sellin' fruity by the pound (that's how ya feel)
And I got the best white in the town (that's how ya feel)
.45 on my lap, it's
A hundred and five million goin' down in da ground
Most in da black an' da brown
How did I catch this riddle?
If I didn't crossover like a Hardaway dribble
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