Lyrics:
K, neva enough but I'm constantly paid (Paid)
Don't take it in vain, she feelin tha dope in her veins
Shawty just stay out tha way, fuck whatchu thank
And Then Put The Key Inside
And We Speed The Lines
We Bein’ Just Fine
Poppin A Percy, Im Feelin’ The Eyes
Passin Me By While Im Preachin’ Bout Life
Young
faction
Bangin wit tha set hold da c’s high up
Pullin these triggas get rid of my lust
I just be pullin these bitches got my eyes up
Live my life up
HEY GIRL (Lyrics)
By: XO ICY
Hey Girl, wudup?! (Heeaahey…)
We got this brand new track.. (hey girl..)
Dedicated to all the lovely ladies outder..
stole a V (V)
I went and pulled up on a foreign, I don't need a key
YSL
With the Louis, got Dior on my belt (on my belt)
Forgiato on the rims, used
MizBadu
(Pass tha reefer)
Bah-do, Mizbadu
Bah-do, Mizbadu
(Pass tha reefer)
1-2 - crush the kush
3-4 - pull paper pour
5-6 - pick out sticks
7-8 - roll
to the concrete gas in the front seat
Here coming to five-zero there I go
I got that fiya I got that fiya keeping the pump in the trunk
Tha crip in the console heat
Santana bitch I’m
Cam off in that Rover
Whole thing wrapped round & it’s?
Right by tha motor double G, Gucci, Prince
& snakes all on my loafers
Bumbleclot
to state
Representin', mh
What y'all wanna represent but y'all can't represent me
'Cause y'all don't got no dollars, no cents (dollars, no-)
I'm
me cause I'mma superstar)
Now you can catch me in tha bar takin shots by tha rounds
Up in V.I.P. bitch u know its goin down
Got a stack of this
Some cats grow by the laws of the wild
Some learn slower and lag in the mud
Some stand up in defense of a style
Some let the big dogs eat them up
ass a black eye
Wrong guy
Fall back
Just think for a minute
Do you really want this issue
Drive by windows tinted?
I'm tha truth
I'm that nigga
Fengfu
a lottery
Bout ta cum in no time
Dont stop ridin me
Didnt charge one cent
This feels like a robbery
Whatcha want do
I got my eyes on you
Whatcha gone do
As i
krispy like a stepped out tha chair
Da kush got me feelin like I stepped out tha air
I keep these bodies long
Money long as my hair [aye]
Watch yo
got a hold, on ya soul
I could show you how to live by tha Code
to bust steel all night, but now I gotta deal, alright
We got drug dealers and bug niggas, who love killin
Slugs killin, ya touch feelin, just for
Cent, not talkin' Power, got attachments on the ghosts
I got the neck for 'bout a hour, told the bitch she had to go
Neiman Marcus in my closet,
little busters
Who wants to try to buck us, we grab these guns and bust em
I gots that tena millimetre in tha parkin' lot
[CJ Mack] Fuck em locc, we
the feelin'
For houses wit T-V's hangin' from the ceilin' (Lloyd Banks)
We gamble on ball courts
Keep the paint peelin'
You either play ball or rap if you
Aye, aye, aye, aye
Fuck I look like gettin caught slippin by a thot ho
I want all the beef I keep them shells like a taco
I be gettin to the cheese
screamin "Real boy you needs to chill"
But she don't understand I gots to play my bill
My girl works a job that pays 5 a fuckin hour
We needed more
My home boy got life, gettin hard for me to look at em
Feelin like its my fault, judge threw tha book at em
His momma call me son,and his sista call
Waves all in my baldfade, I’m lookin’ good when I’m showin’ out
Big bottles for hydration, I’m feelin’ good til’ i pass out
In v i p we turnt up, no
though thats what it seemed
I kick, I scrat, I skit,I scream
The shit was feelin freaky, she was feelin fine
I didn't feel her teethies, I only felt her
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