Lyrics:
You can mow the back yard
I'll paint half the house
You pain the other, it ain't that hard
Make your dinner by six
Freshly cooked out the pan
When you
to kill every nigga
That stand by him or speak for him
Can you stop actin' like you
Doin' me a favor? Do I seem rattled?
This idiot don't even know he tell
terrible weather
Nobody does it better than I, so approved by Carly Simon
Most rappers is real hard, but still hardly rhymin'
To all, rise and shine, give
She keep on calling my phone like why can't you leave me alone?
I told you this was gonna happen now you saying that it's my fault
I'm cutting you
call me bro when they meet me
Ran up the cash all by myself
You were sitting down you was waiting for the help
Counting these racks count all my wealth
was I thinking? (I was drunk)
I was drunk or I was lost (You was lost) (Yeah)
My people said it would be hard (Hard, Hard)
My teacher said it would
up on you (how loud?)
Ha, Round house
Till the fucking ground bounce
Good gawd I be Balling too damn hard, I just might foul out then I found out
By
please I'ma call you)
Maybe later we can chill my crew and your crew
(Don't call me, I'ma call you)
I'll be waitin by the phone till the call come through
he can't hang with the crew
All my niggas stepping, boy don't make them step on you
Put a switch on that Glock, and I let that bitch loose
Pour a cup
baguettes
Talking about we, you talking the best
Recouping the crews invest
Meant every word that I said
Think it, I see it, I write it, I speak it
Believe
her mood
Get lit by myself i don't need a crew
When you seen me by myself you should've did your due
Cause if I catch you down bad imma wild out boo
I
now
and they were dying hard for that shit, so they don't wanna feel stupid
Making those changes, you feel me?
That's why they so opposed to this shit
My mind is a prison like Alcatraz
Y'all living right now but ain't bout to last
Cutting everybody's throat count the stabs
Mother fucker's really
Affi get the bread Dog cutting up the cheese
Mommy want chicken and rice and peas
Affi get the paper by any means enemies
Want see me body in a cemetery
fast then we make it back quicker
And if you throwing parties
I keep a pitcher
Man I'm down to get some drinks and have some food
Let time fly by and act
hard to tell, I'm the East Coast overdose
Nigga, you scared you're supposed to
Nigga, I toast ya, put fear in your heart
Fuck up the party before it
my bezel
Got
Plenty stacks from plenty packs
You can get it in the back roll up a little
Remember back cutting boob laps
Now the crew happens to be
the fans are hard to pull
Cause the labels only want the brands that are marketable
1st and foremost, my words are raw dope
Been cutting through the jungle
other shit
They like to talk behind your
Back, but in your face, they ride yo' dick
That's why I stay tight with my crew
So what you gon' do when we come
Burning bridges, cutting ties
Way too hard to say goodbye
That's all I know, that's all I know
Scared of what you'd say
down, ride around town with the top down
Load up, cash out, fuck the whole crew makin' racks now
Got the gang switchin' four lanes
Then we go hard in
coffins
We're all obligated to Juice Crew Laws
You'se a perk if you let a man take yours
Number 2 is not to follow, yo, you must set trends
And if you
Blige
When it's poppin' like this, you can't be a coward
Shorty freaks fuckin' beats like Adina Howard
My squad is hard, with players,
get rid of this shit
And I need a girl who gon ride
I need a girl by my side (Side)
Cause I got a lot of this shit on my mind (Mind)
If you wasting my
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