Lyrics:
plenty
Balenci', Celine, Chanel
My shooter, he dressed in designer, he ready to kill
Put that lil' boy on a plate, he get ate like a meal
All of these
in '70, fuckin' '79"
"Everybody was on my line, man"
"Nah, nah, '87, that was my favorite shit, God
Polo shit, everything, everything was lovely,
No I.D.
Make a couple platinum records in that bitch and then I dip up out it
On the 101, my wife text me
Talkin' 'bout, "You gotta get home, feed
up my mind
Which way do I turn when there's so much stress
Surroundin' me daily? This world's so cruel and shady
And I really do miss my baby baby
And you can tell by now I got it goin' on
See I wear my Adidas shoes real real tight
Just so I can do my windmills right
I'm fresh out the box, baby
talkin' like that nigga paid?"
Take off my carti's so you
Can look at my face
Listen closely to what I'm about to say
I don't give a fuck that he made
I
you
Ain't bang shit round me oh wait pull up party aye aye pop
Bottles on the estate aye aye riding round a dirty 45 put it
All by my waist aye aye aye
she's sublime
Made me happy in my darkest times
No man I cant believe this, is this the end bro
Without her by my side man, I don't know where to go
Listen while you read!
I like them mess with ladies
That can get down
Now baby if you with it
Go ahead and break it down
Uh huh, okay,
What's
lost sometimes, don't understand this place
Look in the mirror sometimes and see a troubled face
And then my tears roll down and hit the sink
Then I
Six o'clock the day start
All praise to the day star
He already knows what's gonna go down
Even before my day start
Sun up to sun down, He could give
the king bow down
And next time you get a cut
Make the barber trim the eyebrows down
My fans like, "Cass' you the best"
Damn right I was battling before
laugh
But I just don't know how anymore, love
I don't know how, yeah
To all the super triggered women talkin' down on me
Relax, drink some water,
[Marsha Ambrosia]
To everybody who knows my story
To all of those who came before me
My time is now I'm goin' do it all over again
Ain't nothin'
cool babe
But what'd you expect
When you walk in baby love begins
When you walk by baby ooh my my
When you come around, my jaw hits the ground
talkin bout ain't got shit to hide
Hop out the whip lookin fly like my shit butterfly
Slide on lil baby she open up now it's suicide
Car conversations hit
a deal
I'm a young nigga, but put years into this shit, for real
Hurt, but won't drop no tears, only trust in my steel
I held it down, you never had my
let's walk by heaven (yeah)
Percocet and the Addy (yeah)
Misery loves company, my old ho sent the addy (do that)
Crushed diamond emeralds on me, I
can't tell mama gone wild
Told me to call it Ms. Maxine, and I'm moving weight down south
Whenever they need, they ask me
My partner will do ya. I'll do
tnt dem up, and gorilla zoe
Bitch no
Bitch No
I aint trickin eevryday
You my favourtite baby daddy im riding wit chu anyway
U ride cuz u tired livin by
'Man'
And everybody?s goin' nowhere
Ripped off on a rip off street
Talkin? 'bout a thing not happenin? here
Ripped off to a ripoff beat
And everybody?s
your nigga still drink Pinnacle
Bitch, your taste is pitiful
I talk cash shit, you ain't cash shit, call up Baby Choppa, Cash Kidd, and spend my cash,
to the moon
And I guarantee a eight
And twenty two to get by
And im really with the movement
Got it taped on my neck
First time speakin on it but I still get
(Earl on the beat)
It's the code
Everybody live by the code, it's the code
Hey (hey), hey (hey), hey (hey), brrt
Run up an M from down bad
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