Lyrics:
wit them fucking dadas
F*ck everybody who don't fuck with me
They know that its up with me
And they know that its stuck with me
them pussy ass n
the stacks
Cats flashin' in my face is who I'm laughin' at
So you made a little dough, but what you doin' wit that?
Thought 'cha girl ain't feeling me
Why
one of the bigger biggest of n****z that done did it
Been hated and delt wit it, when agents tap in my lyrics
So by the time that they hear it,
and h**s.
Lil homie say he gone be the man.
Said he wanna sale dope all day, walk around wit a tool in his pants. Gotta clip for any n***a wanna trip. Hear
sh** is kinda crazy
8 plus 9, that's seventeen if you add it up
Made fifty K, I know these n****s all was mad as f***
When my granddad died he was 88
He
bandana like kung fu
Double F up on my black belt
Match my kicks like 1 2
That's what I dropped on the fit ooh
I get a check n' I run through
Rollin' up GG
First of all not finna fake f**** wit these n*****
F**** these n*****
F**** these hoes
Get money n*****
I been on my get money shit
I been movin
the place food
I'm surrounded by real street n***** arms dealers and snakes too
Can't cutt my grass low enough
Place a n***** did the Race to
Coming soon like
sing my song
I drag a b****
By her weave
For looking at me wrong
(Wrong)
If I'm not wearing panties
Then I'm in a thong
(Thong)
He f**k good
Hit
how it go wrong time wrong place
Heard a n**** pop s*** f*** s*** won't say in my face
As long as they doin it farther away
The closer you get you
logo on the side of f***in 18 wheelers
[Chorus]
[Busta Rhymes]
Ay yo yo yo
Raze and dazzle n****s like ya'll
Spread n****s like you
I'm getting money how I'm supposed to, no love - my heart cold too
It's getting harder and it's supposed to, I pray don't nu'n of that fold you
Carrera (dumb it down)
Coolest nigga, what? (dumb it down)
F-n-f, up (dumb it down)
(Dumb it down)
I'm fearless, now hear this, I'm earless
gonna cry?
My style be so touchin' n**** wipe yo eye!
Get used to obvious lies and dead wise guys
And any b**** n****s feel they f***in' wit my's
n***** don't believe in what I'm Gunn'n for
I don't care bout what you heard n**** F*** you thought
Jaw dropping when I pull up in a drop top
Hop out wit
step on you
You know that we step by two
N*gga f*ck the black and blue
Send a shot and buss yo tune
Send a rock out pot like moon
I be standing on my
n**** can f**** with the dreds
WHAT, WHAT, WHAT!
Yeah, yeah, I be keepin it movin, and be keepin it groovin
Rep for my n**** by showin and provin
That
be a Murder One for f*ccin wit my people
Dirty Fanta, all the pain I’m chokin in this Keisha
See crazy life won’t be the same and I know i won’t leave
f*** n**** who you playing wit ?
You done f*** round got your manes hit
Still ain't did s***
I can look in certain n***** face and see they never drill
I'm a n**** with a 'S' on his chest
So get the Kryptonite 'cause I'm a rip tonight
'Cause I'm scarin ya, wanted by America
(Ah-yo Cube man, they
Oh you don't wanna get it wrong wit me no not tonight dog
That's just how I'm feelin
I can't get a break my heart still hurtin from the last h*e
Bitch I'm from the field
Bitch I'm from that
W-I-N-N-F-I-E-L-D
Bitch I'm from that
W-I-N-N-F-I-E-L-D
Bitch I'm from the field
Bitch I'm from the field
shaking
She twerking for that cash
Whole lotta ass
Like when she throw it back
I’m the wrong one to f*ck wit
I never been a saint
Welcome to da bank
BLOODSTONE THE STREET PREACHER
WIT THE HOMEY A.D.
N WE BRINGIN BACK THE REAL
COMIN OUTTA S.D.
M I C CHECK RECKIN SHIT ON THE DAILY
HAND ON THE SWIVEL
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