Lyrics:
You say you got cash, I got this FN nigga imma rob ya
She gave me that good brain, I got clear vision
She a eye doctor, boy I do not play
C’mon try me,
brighter and it's only gon' grow
And I'm gon' be by your side and you know we finna blow
Thinking back to how we used to order red soda
In the park 'til it
back to work
And when I pull up out front
You better be there twerk
I'm dropping dick like a call
You popping it like a perk
You asking do I got a girl
your mother on a good date
I'm young as hell so I hope she do not catch a case
I take pills or else I'm bouncing off the fucking walls
Sitting back, I
phone
He ain't never pick up
Dump passin' by through the north
For the pick-up drownin' wit' a Glock
Everybody gettin' shook up
In Jail, at the table
I
But she had court over the phone they kicked him out the state
Til he was eighteen but he cool with that
Shiiiit fuck em i aint never going back
Him
cannot break
Hear me out listen to me baby
We gotta take a break
Ooh yuh
You don't need me by your side
By your side
By your side
By your side
By your
with them trucks
Couple coupes
Smokin stinky smokin on the poop
Pull the baddest bitch up in the group
Make ha throw it back just like a fuckin loop
Then
closely
Don't shut a lens
Playing both sides
Cause' they know I'm next
When I feel down
I don't vent
Keep it moving
And don't look back
My day ones switched
Heh, y'all remember back in the days
When niggaz used to get they ass whooped for snakin cars
And had to go strip your own switch off the tree
make this music
Just so I can make it home
What the fuck you want a loan?
I got the same shit comin by
I got the lane-switch all on the side
I gotcha
sleep rise and grind
Started from the back Now a
Nigga in the front
Same old nigga
With a brand new swag
Grinding since thirteen
With that brown paper bag
a fool
Cause I'm takin off from the tip-top of the key
with the rock passed by the Pharoahe M-O-N, see-H
the chosen lyrical soldier who backs me up
when
(blrrrd)
Quick to tuck this ice and pop out on you with that fire stick (blrrrd)
Posted with lil' Action Pack
Run up and we gon' back 'em back (gon' back
the sides,
But I still got the hotline that blings,
From the 10 to the 5,
That’s division by two,
Not division by pie,
But these nxggas here,
Want a piece
on ya lil' song
Go on getcha dissin' on while the king on
Your self esteem gone (why) cause I'm back now
Let's see if we can't teach these niggas how
by and so do ghosts
Sneezing diseasing over the same faults
In the making I been waiting to launch I don’t toss
Bitches be having more interest in
My lil' shit trippin' said she gon' cut me off
But I can't believe it cause we came too
Far
She was in my life when shit got hard
I need you just by
probably rob yo people
Yeah I slime with my bro yea I'm with my people
Bitch I hit up yo block with that desert eagle
And I had to gang bang like lil Wayne
murdered by west side Crips on June 5th, 1972
"Say, man, ain't that Lil' Country over there cuz?"
"If it is, his ass gon' be layin' in a blood river"
on the back, they try to speak behind
Bitch it's Clay, I'm beating niggas ass if they gone call me Rob
All the hoes that use to sleep on my little wave then hit
Right Now Sound
I be with the Hitmaker
Knew when I copped that brand new coupe, you be right side of me
Couldn't let you walk by since first
In a space coupe outside
Girl i need you by my side
Are you riding or dying
Girl you know that I’m your guy
In a space coupe outside
Girl i need you
' baby, and I'm quick to spend a bag on you
So when I hit you up lil' baby come on and slide and come ride you know ima be here by your side
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