Lyrics:
and that Moe steady slidin
In a three we, comin down bumper fall
Steady ballin
Haters steady callin my name
Im in this game with the birds
Have you fuckin
manifest in the games that be coming with it
Never the less you gotta go for the gusto
But you don't know about the blood sweat and tears
And losing some
park it
By the bar so they can meet the vic with deep pockets
And them dudes buy them cars and turn 'em in to sweet objects of desire
Big rims
park it
By the bar so they can meet the vic with deep pockets
And them dudes buy them cars and turn 'em in to sweet objects of desire
Big rims
First off Aye P Ain’t The Heaux Say No Say
N**gas Do The Weirdest Shit To Make The Heaux Pay
Aye I Don’t Fuck With Square Heaux Aye No Way Jose
If a nigga ever got robbed, bitch, I'm the manager (ayy)
And I got an African with weed over on Campbelton (ayy)
Lil' mama, don't go, keep it
just fun and games
Like laws and rules are balls and chains
Treatin' little girls like hearts don't break
Treatin' old men like hands don't shake
I
just fun and games
Like laws and rules are balls and chains
Treatin' little girls like hearts don't break
Treatin' old men like hands don't shake
I
to (ready-to-buck)
Ninja turtle dinner to a splinter, I don't (give a fuck)
Ah-ha, (it goes up)
Killin nigga's like the coppers
And rappers on my thing-a-ma-bobber
game to drive a swear broad insane
And we number one gunners no we ain't stunner's
It's real with us partna, dealers and drug runners
And Mack need
like we're playing a ball game
I like it when you say my name like that
I like to act and be fun like Chris Pratt
She likes Star Bucks she's on her
Awa n'calcufast eyin calculate
Am married to the game eyin fornicate
Taba ti mu ojo ojoyen nani a kin seye meji a kin double date
Woni won binu won binu
where the lights don't shine
But with the pistol, and this chrome, watch yo' ass get blind
by these youngster that I hang with, I mean these niggaz I
Said on my health (You cut me up)
Ima a top shelf n***a I don't give a fuck bout what they gotta say
Ima get it any way
You don't want the smoke
by the straps, ya got ta kick her, fuck it!
That's how it go when ya dealin with a pro-per
Got my hand on the mic and I'm about to let it flow
by the straps, ya got ta kick her, fuck it!
That's how it go when ya dealin' with a pro-per
Got my hand on the mic and I'm about to let it flow
Flesh-N-Bone]
Ready to shine by the time
Put them in risky
Better but nigga Bone when they cause
But they name, Bone come out
To slip it and stamp it with
bitch, you ain't cause you a duck
Quack, quack, the joker-ass nigga do this shit fun
Why you gotta fuck with me, lil joker-ass nigga
You don't ran out
[Mishon (Doe Mac)]
I'm in the house by at least 6 o'clock (that's right)
Playstation until I drop (ha ha)
Even though I sing the fun don't stop
I'm still
down 4 fingers
Say fuck the world and Jimmy da earth without Coat hangers
Rap game n street game don't sleep
Its a cold world betta pack yer own
thought it was a game, now the neighbors callin' out
The police find that, what's that sound?
While you layin' on the ground with your fuckin' brain out
for me, they didn't run
We be each others' knives, bats and guns
Professional to the fullest we don't do nothing for fun
One stop shop baby human swiss
dark hollow
Wit a bad model
City on e
Momma I'm free
Money by the ton
Why you mad and I'm having fun
My bitch got new hair
I'm rich don't you dare
Loud
have a gun
Or get done by the worst
Of our trumps for fun pump pump!
Flex, flex, flex flex flex, flex flex
Flex, flex flex flex, flex flex
Oh duck,
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