Lyrics:
'bout sticking up something
Got jacked by your brother, he left you with nothing
Take down, straight down
Had to check the background
Lame shit, had
She put her hands on her knees
And she drop it down low
She poked out her booty
And she made it sweep da flo'
She sweep da flo', sweep, sweep
quickly
Ex girl strippin'
I can't stop her
New girl trippin' but I can't drop her
'Cause I need somethin' to balance out the fact
That it's hard
I'ma get my talk, better get yours
(Get yours)
I still bust down in Dior (Dior)
I throw Alex no more
(No more) , she's a Valentino (Valentino)
the police did George Floyd, that's some cold shit
Done started reading my bible I'm praying every night
They wanna see down and out but not without a fight
a cough drop
Told her don't talk just top top
Text me at the door nigga don't knock
Going down over here no young joc
Aye, hit that hoe once, she taking
lungs this ain't no marijuana
I do all this shit myself but i ain't worried bout myself I'm tryna help my mama
Ranks going up like Shabba
Wock taste like
shit you drop today
It's gon' stay in the past
Til you're black like me, say her name
Til you're black like me, say her name
Til you're black like me,
And we on the road, niggas stay on go (on go)
Got a blasian bitch, she gon drop it low (drop it, drop it)
Feel like Trippie, cuz we toting all them poles
when I catch your ass home alone
Hunt you down in your mansion kill you right there by the phone
I'm in my zone where I roam your policies out dated
and walked back to the house to eat
And Mama hollered out the back door "y'all remember to wipe your feet"
And then she said "I got some news this mornin'
and walked back to the house to eat
And mama hollered out the back door, "Y'all remember to wipe your feet"
Then she said she got some news this morning from
and walked back to the house to eat
And Mama hollered out the back door "y'all remember to wipe your feet"
And then she said "I got some news this mornin'
and walked back to the house to eat
And Mama hollered out the back door "y'all remember to wipe your feet"
And then she said "I got some news this mornin'
While we rule by blind madness and pure greed
Our lives dictated by tradition, superstition, false religion
Through the aeons, and on and on
Oh yes we'll
and night does your liver need fibre?
Taking over street, castle by castle, rook by rook
King George and Big Ben taking over the game hook by hook yeah
Cuban
all week so by the weekend we gone be Okay Yeah
I been up these mothafuckas upset
And I'm a keep going up I ain't let you down yet
Better ask about me
boss ballin' guilt free
And Feds can't take shit from me, so slow down
[Snoop]
I got niggas shot niggas drop niggas for fun
I squad from these
Cause I'm flossing, boss ballin' guilt free
And Feds can't take shit from me
So slow down
I got niggas shot niggas drop niggas for fun
I scroop from
shade
Now, they wanna see me down
By sleeping in the grave
Money's all I know
Ain't too much for me to say
I'm-a end 'em down
These niggas gon' pay today
in the vicinity
The proximity, the Glocksimity, we on Yosemite Sam
Bam, bam your body drop, Van Damme, karate chop
The Beretta's a better competitor
Suns out Glocks out
Yeah the city hot now
Every time I pop out another body drop down
Suns out glocks out
Yeah the city hot now
Every time I pop out
black bear
Leave my drawers in ya hamper ya knew I was there
You aint bangin in these streets nigga yous a lame
Wit ya George Jefferson drop top and weak
mama says
You’re not dope, she’s supposed to give you compliments
But when it comes to the beef, I want the condiments
You a precum baby, only here cuz
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