Lyrics:
forever hustle with my mystic hoes
And soon you gonna see just how crunk this shit be once we get rich
Till then it's back to hustlin' with my misfits
can stop the hatin', but that thugster music plays on (plays on)
You can count on Bone to come and rock it till we dead gone
I know we spit that shit,
young and don't wait till you're done
It's easy
And the world keeps spinning long after you're gone.
Well it's the only life I know, and boy how we
to show ya
What is ride or die
Got homies with Tacoma's
Run you over if you outta line
But if you come correct
It's all respect well show you paradise
All
to show ya
What is ride or die
Got homies with Tacoma's
Run you over if you outta line
But if you come correct
It's all respect well show you paradise
All
to show ya
What is ride or die
Got homies with Tacoma's
Run you over if you outta line
But if you come correct
It's all respect well show you paradise
All
going down?
It's on 'til it's gone, then I gots to know now
Is you wit me or what? Think I'm tryna get me a nut
Just 'cause honeys wanna give me
for this
I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
These
a submissive bitch cuz you scared of a boss
Nigga you soft, sike I know you really not soft
Just wait till your bumb ass bitches fall off
You don't trust me
they playin is lame
How i'm came at a ho is all a bitch gone know
What I won't, what I don't and where to put my dough
Back-talk get you slapped broad
is, hoe?
You know what is? You know what it is, hoe?
It's that same young nigga stand out till it's all gone
That same young nigga on the grind
what I say go
You keep watching, you can't stop, it's my fucking show
You in love with the kid you already know
You already know, you already know ahhhhh
girl
You know just what you're doing (a-a)
The way you riding 'round it all night I hope you got insurance
(Hope you got insurance)
You need that thing
Wanna go home
Really don't know what you got till' it's gone
Check on your phone, Ring and a tone
Really don't know what you got till' it's gone
You
and I
Can see
You smile
Course talking about my car
Cause we ain't really gone that far
We ain't gonna do it
Till I know that she'll be mine for sure
She
spraying on this microphone
But I don't want to sit at home
Need to work so I'm not alone
It's all I love, that I know
So when the money's gone
I just make
till I win)
So what you gone do?
(Double back and do it again)
So what you gone do Face?
(I'm a play the game 'til I win)
So what you gone do?
(Play
celebratin'
Don't even know what I'm celebratin'
I know why you ain't celebratin', cause you ain't sellin' natethin'
They got niggas catchin' cases, while we
things
Escape whenever you want
They don't know
How I hit it by the fire
And your legs stretch wider and it just get tighter
They don't know
That you
cone
They taxing for some mid
But cap and say it's strong
But dawg I know my strains
Just tell me what you want
I can put you on some up feelers
Have
I was fine on my own
Made of steel, hard as stone
I know I have a heart because you broke it
Didn't know what to do and
Now it's far too late
Far
got this MAC on and you better stay in that corner
'Cause shit can turn into that song except I don't give a fuck what day it is
I'll have this club
the fruit
And you say y’all saved
Yeah we got a problem
The saints gone say
Oh
I got a problem
Don’t know what to do
Oo
What them saints gone say
That’s how I
and don't
Know when I'm fucking up
I keep a pack on me, I'ma run it up
I got my racks on me, pockets 'boutta bust
Say you this, say you that
I don't give
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