Lyrics:
with ya snake and ya fruit
Lookin' for Adam and Eve so that they can eat ya fruit
Drop ya ass down like you do when you poop
If a broke nigga try
coat
Where's my bread, sucka?
Grab ya by the throat
Callin' all cars, one-adam-twelve
Pretty ass nigga, you better stick yourself
Militant, don't
G ain't gotta put it on a scale
He ask you if it weigh enough just tell 'em yeah
Ya n**** just yell
Pull the pistol them n**** gon' bail
If he got
ain't trying go ham.
I gotta muster up a smile when I'm posing for the camera,
Watch me Chris Paul ya'll cause I got a sick handle.
I have it all
you've ever believed in
By peeping your deepest secrets like psychic readers,
What's the matter with ya'll, I splatter ya'll
Against the mutha fuckin
can't get caked up and stay caked up
Say what why we can't tell who's smart or dumb
Why niggas in blue suits gotta take us and put us in orange one
Why
want, Tell me what you on
Gotta Tell me what you want, Tell me what you on
Tell me what you want, when its me ima be wrong
Oh what ya doin, how do you
a duffle feel like a bag of apples
I'm in ya girl's adam's apple
It's fact that she giving me top nigga go grab a Snapple
Grab the mag then I dare to clap
You be talking now ya toes got the tag
Godfather got the hoes on the back
Stay with straps naw my niggas don't lack
Like a movie yea yea that's a wrap
Gotta get myself and my fam right
Sitting through the night calling on Christ (Lord)
Yeah I did It By The Book,(Tell Em)Yeah I Did It By The Book(Tell
cant catch up to tomato sauce
Little by little I snap brittle the little MCs who wanna test me
Covid bars take your breath away like a jetski
You want
cousin Buck cause he gave me the hustle
I was taught if I show a pistol gotta bust ya
If I ever show you the pistol gotta bust ya
Never snitch
Keep it real
am not tripping on the way to as show
Gotta tell em bout Jesus cause they need to know
Oh no it really ain't about me bro
I shouldn't ever say that
grits down man
(You needs to eat Gerber man)
Who gets the grits, now let me tell ya
A plenty posse bloom from the cellar, to nail ya
Daughter
Ain't gotta say too much
I can read your body language
It ain't hard to tell
If you don't wanna take it too far then well
You better stop flirtin'
I'll neva tell a lie
Girl I'm gon stick by ya side
Cuz you know I'm ya ride or die
Relationships are neva easy but we gotta make it work
There's
too just like Happy Shopper
I sells the best skunk you tell by the smell
I'll also sell you fags and Rizlas as well
Oi, clart! Don't fuckin'
shit
You've gotta die, gotta die
Gotta die for your government
Die for your country, that's shit
First World War veterans slaughtered
By General
clear your line of sight
Might get left behind, fighting for your life
Try with all your might, writing every night
Gotta rise and grind
Tell me how ya
attacking leo dicap
Whenever I choose to rap
They wanna do a remix
But ya bitch love my features
I could tell by her get up
Probably have a kid if I let her
Yeah
Don't even try to act shy about it
(Laughs)
You know you got it
Aye
I'm tryna tell ya girl
I'm tryna
I'm tryna tell ya girl
I'm tryna I'm tryna
bums
Don’t ya bitch about it
Get it how it come
Came up out the gutta
Straight up out the slums
Joe stixxx gotta get it
I ain’t letting off
Better
On The Radio
Big up to anyone who's been involved in care & community
'Cos it's the GLC back again
With another rave anthem for you to feast on, ya
Gotta roll if ya down to ride
Gotta go just to feel alive
Gotta dive just to see the waves
Gotta fly just to see the sky
You was mine when we locked
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