Lyrics:
didn't make it work (ooh)
Riding thru the city like freeway rick
Expanding my network tryna get rich
I found me a plug my wi-fi lit
Quit acting scared go
a lil while but I ain’t disappear Jester Jake going back at it
Letting niggas slide past me and they all ass g man I gotta get outta that bad habit
Know
wish that we could get along
I'm back on my bullshit start the car we speed up
We the top plugs remember they ain't need us
Shawty say she need food
fallin' ballin' yellin' doggy do that chew that
Record sales hoe sales detail retail you fail
We sell ding dong get your momma ring your bell
Back in
in the winter having cookouts
Smack by witch, look out
I'm like Barnabas, crab niggas tryin' to conquer us
They mad 'cause we jump outta cabs,
and It come with charger
My money green it keep coming larger
Fuck these niggaz think they could rob us
We toting clippers get lined by a barber
Off to college full of knowledge I'm a pure holder
Stop by my moms to get full hold of
Another hug by my sister who I love
By my mom who still hustle
come beef with us, I gotta turn shit up, I gotta get shit movin' turned around he got hit by the toolie,
Knocked him down ey that boy was a goofy. 762
these labels were talking about
And I'm driving us there, but my license's suspended
So I tell Slim, I'm like "Yo, I gotta pull up before we get to New
A slut is the one who loves orgasms, JUST like the rest of US, only that she doesn't care how she gets hers as long as she gets hers and A whore is the one
a seven eighth's
But let us celebrate bout how you rhymin, you been sellin weight
Just know that dirty money don't get rinsed on that turn cycle
And FDA gon
the pedal to the
floor now.
Ahhh
Don’t crash if you’re
outta control.
No looking back,
but you oughta know
I get ahead of myself thinking
long-term
Hilfiger shoe
Or the banana republic suit
The nice cut who get all the jobs and are employed before we do
The ones who doubt us but make so much money off
a bunch of faders, be like "Sayonara
See ya later!" jordans on with the 808 drum
And you bitches can’t get none
I’m just so done
Don’t say shit though, say
ambulance out
Ya whole team'll get bombarded
Ya on target, and bombed by some unsigned artists
We leave ya hair cut like a blind barber
Cut it, and gave
of being legendary
Motherfuck being secondary
I’m just tryna get to Paces Ferry
By any means necessary
Any means necessary
Just tryna get to Paces Ferry
a sticky ass pound for ya
Break it down, roll it,
Light it up, Toke it
Get high by myself,
I don’t need no-one to smoke with
But it’s fine and dandy if you
I could go back to when
cll I saw was me and you and everything that could've been
But I let you get away
It seems forever ago we were in high school
all around us
My mama had me get it by telling me "she tha only soul who will guide you"
I'm really gone get torn if you don't want me to stay onside
I rolled you up like my Rizla
Cut you up, with my sisters
You want to get us, yeah, the venom spitters
Your style's trash don't litter
You got
get rough
Akon
The tough stay tough
Styles P
Up front
Let's go
Konvict
We in too deep to turn back now D
Sure is
Watch yourself
take her out, be the badest
Im be going up they cannot pass us
They cant out rap us
Bullet shot get to clapping
Buck shot goin tap him
Bullet pass like
bless John.V.R and all them gangstas out in LES (Whoa)
If you try to cause us harm, these bullets won't come with regrets
I hope you get hit by a car
high and shit for da low now
Cash I need A lul more now
Da bag I get it and go now
Call me da runnin Back
After I score bet Im comin back
On da street
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