Lyrics:
Gorilla impact in this rap habitat
Get you steppin' in your Air Max, bounce
You cockin' it back but where it at? Bounce
I got a six pack of Heineken
bands
You the topic
To the beginning
To the end
She feening fa da dick
She need sum more
One inch two inches
Three inches Foe
Five inches six inches
She
I'm gonna reach
Every day I get closer by inch
Riding, riding, ridin' over the bridge
But it's not about being a flawless bitch
Fly over the city
You're
for
For like I never did end it
From fishing to fine-dine
Took three girls, three new fresh starts
Couldn't get the family apart
Like a ditched car, may
Talking (Juvenile): Suga Slim Million Dollar spot
Verse 1: Juvenile
Wodie ask them motherfuckers how the CMB play it
Tanqueray and Alize it, take
on the outskirts like I'm Mad Max
One in a thousand, know they doubted but I'm past that
3 mil a day, I'm on a different wave yeah I get cash stacks
Old me, long
maskarafe
I'd only want the first place
Bitch i might get you erased
Yeah hoe i'm onwning this place
Fuck up these tracks like it's nothing
I already said it
attracted by the way that I swang
I know the 20 inch thangs Keep catching ya eye
Don't let me catch you in a lie
Let me caress ya thigh
Let me play
sounds of thunder
Convince your morherfucking team to fall back it’s to late
We taking no prisoners
You under attack
By mister condition
Doctor strategy
dough, I'm so cold
Spending all of my money on one coat
You can get warm with a cut throat
Shit
Look
You already taking too much of my time
Get it right
known he can run but not hide
Shudda known that we dont show mercy
Fuck with the gang its the end of your life,
I really try send him to god,
Cuh i
at the top of the pole
She's 17
Already on the 18th hole
that's how it goes
Niggas better check these hoes
Bust moves to improve
Try to stay on ya toes
'cause
make that booty fat
Little cutie rat, walking by with the doobie wrap
Tight blue jeans, air max
Small gucci bag
No loot and no job
Stay home giving
leeching, Reaching
Then it's, Time to, Cut em' off
Maybe, The hardest hard, But never, Soft!
I'll be better, Off!, Be better off?
Like 1, 2, 3, 1, 2, 3
Life
Slide to the party
Lookin for shawties
Bad biddies all on me
Can't do the one, I need me like two or three
Lil spanish mami
All on my body
She tryna
They will get money a lot when you walk in my house see some bitch on the floor
If you gon' ride with me they gon' sleep by my side till the end
it's a mountain
Climbing this shit yeah I be pounding
Imma get rich by the way that I'm sounding
Gimme that drink I know it's potent
Imma get drunk just
me
Think she start to relapse
Ion talk ab max ion wanna get mad
Two hundred opps only 3 acting bad
That's the reason he blast
1-9-7 just cap
I'm from
a Crippled mind I been a lame like Carlton
Think I'm losing my soul and it's aching my heart and
Stained by this dirty life heart stained like carpet
Devil
moment is already a poem
That I just figured out my first tattoo was going to be of bug bites
Decided I'd commemorate their bloody drink by printing three
I guess you already heard that earlier
On track 5
My mind has been on my mind
For the kindness of my child
My mind's been on my work
It's blue,
But I
the end
And I played baseball but I never pitched right
Walked 4-5 people, lose by ‘least five
Played all the sports that my mom put me in
I was never
spending ends
Saying, "Gimme that Benz, 20 inch rims, and four TV's"
The snitch in the precinct saying
"He sell X, he sell techs, and he sell D"
The balla by
it for fame
Even though they screaming your name
Keep independent forever
Be true to the game
It time to Rock out
Wait I already said that
I live by
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