Lyrics:
retreat I do ten in a week
Come and check out the stats
I'm rarely on social don't show my location
They live to expose you
Ain't shit left to prove when my
If 10 more million fireflies
Would light the world outside my bed
Can't make a world from mine
A life my babygurl not tryna live
She locked her eyes
swore they gave ya ass ten flat
Now you're home, somethin' wrong, we takin' the hood back
You liar, aight, but he ain't got it like that
Hell naw, we
to start something
With my kliq it's cool cuz
Chop off all your dicks
Uptown baby the Big Tymers know where I live
The third door from the hum drums
Your
jeans
Pull on a white V-neck with the horse and rider
Go back to the girl in my bed and sit beside her
Hey pretty girl I hate to wake you from your
with that cash
Cause my niggas like racks
Better keep you a hustle
I don't like to tussle
Get shot by a fat nigga
Flexing them muscles
Your niggas ain't
Looking from a third eye, I spot the hidden cam
I know what you look like, I know how you think
I'm the type of bitch to pop a pill up in your drink
I
Reporting live from Hawaii with my girl
I brought sand to the beach
Working on vacay in the booth, sand on my feet
I'm from the ground up like
Y'all niggas fronted like y'all knew me
They rep the hood but they ain't from QB
Never stop this, overriding the cops
We got this
Bravehearts spot em
the street stay red
But this girl gave me head for free
Cause they see, who I'ma be by like 2003
That Nigga D took it there
He thought it was a joke
He went
a word
And from that day forward I haven't spoken a word
[Chorus:Repeat x2]
The marsh lagoon
So many want to dump their dead in here
Only
Chorus:
(Busta Rhymes)
We got the real live shit from front to back
To my people in the world, where the fuck you at?
Where my niggaz is at? (2X)
Where
Chorus:
(Busta Rhymes)
We got the real live shit from front to back
To my people in the world, where the fuck you at?
Where my niggaz is at? (2X)
Where
than any spot(uh huh uh huh)
My Tacos will make you Fart (fart)
****stunta
I get it my way(yeah)
Its however I want it
I don't live near by
But I'm here
And here we are just falling apart
You catch me
I am tired
I want all that you are
And I saw from the cathedral
You were leaving me
And I saw from
be by like 2003
That nigga D took it there
He thought it was a joke
He ran through like 20 G's, thought that I was broke, stupid
That's what you
be by like 2003
That nigga D took it there
He thought it was a joke
He ran through like 20 G's, thought that I was broke, stupid
That's what you
Crud
Bah (mhm)
Mad (yo)
E-E-English girl named Fiona (Gotcha)
Big batty gyal named Abiola (mm-mm)
Body-ody shaped like Cola (bah)
Back up,
chase a dream that's deep like space
To conquer then escape from this place without a trace (uh, uh)
But I await to face personal mercenaries
Bounty
of the show, so it's up to me to lead
I'ma lead you away from drugs and petty crime
Lead you away from wack beats and rhyme
Lead you to that ticket line
anything from a 9's to a Benz
He's got dem flavours, the ammi and that Cal kush
Ring-ring trap, that phones Jumpy like Ambush
Got a couple of young g's
a nigga
Know she bad
Big bag
Big racks
She can do it like that
She gon' be on that
Shordy bad and boujee
Live her life just like a movie
Drive a Mclaren
killing kids just touching ten
Then when a bomb goes off, every politician's lost
Like that last strike that didn't kill a hundred men
You ain't the same
[Verse 1]
I had a vision of a murder
X-Raided sitting in a house with a 9 in my hand and a joint in my mouth
Straight fucking with that sisqo, it
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