Lyrics:
About to be forty-six years old, dog
Talkin' 'bout "I'ma call up Trick Trick"
Man, you sound like a bitch, bitch
Man up and handle your shit (ugh)
Mad
out, jack-in-the-box
(Hop out)
Don't run up stupid, your ass can get popped
(Glaow)
Fuck packin' lunch, I be packin' a Glock
(Packin' a)
Look out for
My baby be my lil psychopath
Look in her eyes and know your life won't last
Show off her ass but only for the cash
Call me daddy but she moving
he don't need that coffin
Most n****s would've run away, but me I'm out here walking
Bucket hat with my shades on, my wardrobe look awesome
Now nah,
do nothing wrong but you seem to be mad at me
Tryna be noticed I feel hopeless I'm just tryna get by
I can't hold it I might blow it no I'm not
stunting for Vegas
(Yea baby thats on my gang)
I'ma keep runtz on me but
I ain't daddy day caring
(Baby I don't play wit no lames)
My niggas love games but
Don't take away sunshine
The rain can be beautiful. Open world culture
I prefer it digitally. Don't make me go outside
I'm not a real cowboy. I'm not
the sins, I write the tragedies
Niggas suck and I'm up so that's why they really mad at me
But I'm the same one that niggas used to laugh at me
Now they ass
The days go by
Days go by
I said I wouldn't leave you all alone
So don't run dry
Don't run dry
Cuz I don't want you to be on your own
You'll survive
want you
(Now your daddy sees me in a different light)
(But mi no hold no grudge, it's alright)
To be my lover
(Now and forever more there is no other)
be)
Send you home like them niggas when they throwin' them draws
Don't be mad at me, he ignorin' your call
My hair, my voice, my accent (my accent)
whenever she mad at me though
Don't know how to answer the phone
I love when she talking that shit
Like she gone pack her shit and go
Shawty sexy and she
me on my neck
I said baby chill, this is too much disrespect
If see walked in, he be a mad mothafucker
And ain't no pussy gon' come between brothers
That we all be only man till he bring us back to pieces
Somebody let me preach 'fore I'm bound to go repeat
Oh no, no, no
The fam don't pay a dime
Near the bean
I was raised for the streets
From Yvette and P
Don't ever cap
On my G
Your a bar hopper
I just bar on um
Like a doctor
Don't look for me
I
Wait two secs, let me spark this zoot
My niggas, they don't talk, they shoot
Roll up slow, then I park that coupe
And the game got fucked by
or got it all but just don't feel it's enough
The trigger hairy so be careful may not feel it adjust
Until i'm mad and spilling and my guts!
Don't super
Lil JD - Had To
got me flexin hard like a star straight outta the mud
posted up on block grinding hard it ain’t no crime
they mad cause I’m shinin
a fuckin' killer, I'm so mad about drugs, drugs, drugs, I'm mad about drugs
I'mma be a failure surrounded by thugs, drugs, and drug paraphernalia
Searching
playing with me
Don’t do that
I’m getting by
Tryna make it through another day
I’m hurting bad
I pray to God to take the pain away
Why you do that
Why you
Let it be known ima do what I want
Say u support me but I know you Don't
Dey don't feel bad until dey know its Wrong
But I'm on some can y'all just
in love and I can't hide how I feel
Our relationship is one of a kind
And girl you know it's true so don't let it pass you by
It was just you and me [
freedom
I like to swing, I ain't with no commitment
Parties, ladies and beer by the shipment
But when I do my thing you get mad
Call me on the telephone
don't run me, okay?
I'm talking to you, let's- (yeah, what's up nigga?)
(What the fuck's wrong with you?) Man
Yo, nigga, what's happening fool?
You
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