Lyrics:
Swear to God
Nigga just get the bag, don't give no fuck bout nothin' else, get the bag anyway fuck em
Fuck niggas I can't fuck wit 'em
Fuck
goggles
Most reaching new borns wit bottles
If really needing me to paint the picture
I’m more Leonardo wit one blade or De Vinci
No need for filter
Swear I
ain't no rules when you in this game
There's ten laws to the game nigga be raised by 'em all
Get ya respect on at all times nigga hustle 'til ya ball
shut the fuck up black bitch
Wait a minute, you ain't gotta be pullin me by my motherfuckin hair! Let
go of my motherfuckin hair!
Hey just step the fuck
it up
Proud as fuck, weed and beats loud as fuck
If you tryna run wit me then get ya mileage up
I'm still bucking like 5-deuce 4-trey
Nigga with
Arrogant fucks they starrin at us
Prime ribs asparogus cut
Cabinay this is Trey, by the way I Ain't never Lettin up
Say they go So hard but they bareLy
schemin', fuck you
Bitch you don't wanna swallow semen, fuck you
No you hate the way I'm street dreamin', fuck you
That's why I'm ridin', clappin', wit
shawty right by my side
Need you through the day and the night
Thats true
Its you girl on my mind
Its you girl all the time no matter what
No matter where
don't got the knocks got the poke
No Winnie poo you get left by da oak
Like klay beautiful stroke
Say Watchu want but could never be broke
If you flashin
can’t let you have no advantages
[00:24.23] I can’t get played like a amateur!
[00:26.33] I can’t fuck wit niggas they scandalous
[00:28.14] I can’t
I don't wanna fuck wit it no more, no more
I don't wanna fuck wit it no more, no more
Eh stop what you mean
You the only only thing I think about
how
been through way worse then war, razor fights and more
Left niggas wit leaks, holes and wide jaw
Be the quiet storm, appear how you want to scale bar
Buck-buck-buck-buck, but no more, thanks to me
You got somethin' you can flip on the other tip
As you get lost in the smooth rhymes I rip
Years and years my peers
rocking
Stay wit a attitude
Like I was from Bompton
Swiss cheese a fuck n****
Call him Wisconsin
You n***** make no sense
Boy ya momma raised a b****
around and flip it, shit on your whole album wit a snippet
Run up on your lawyer for your contract then rip it
Shame on your label, for trying to let you
or not nigga ain't no turnin' back
Where the fuck my hoes at who I pimp hard when they want to get to a tap
But you know you can do that that love I'm
Money always trump you hun
It's been plenty times where it was plenty me and no you
Just know I tried, very hard, just to know you
Fuck be wrong wit em
Yeah, how many niggas that'll die for you?
How many get a ki', slice the pie wit' you?
I ain't talkin' 'bout those that
Get high with you
Niggas know
call please press 5 now)
What the fuck you mean you need a friend?
I can't be havin' no niggas round my kids
Don't you make me break up outta this
satisfaction, what more could you ask for
Wit facts like an ?ansaw?, I pour fire on earth, I been to hot raw
Do Queens tires get burnt, let's peel through
they can do about it ya crew down me
Do it doubt it put in water leave em literally drowning
Wit no air to breath so fuck talking about me
No chance
a scuffla
Your braids is dingy, your clothes ain't got no creases
And your lips look like you sucked a muffler
(I don't want to party wit' you) hell naw
ring, princess cut
Carats on, around my neck
Lookin' like some clones, be at yo' best
We don't play checkers no more, we play chess
One trey tri trey
miss
(You know, takin' no prisoners man, ready to do whatever whenever)
Lovely Daze like this, I miss I miss
(Fuck what they talkin' bout man, you jus
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