Lyrics:
homies kinda deep
Somking on a thai stick feeling kinda hight wit
Ya passenger seat occupied by a fly bitch
Rolling in ya lo-lo
Cut list all ya MCs
Use to kick licks and run off wit whole onion rolls
Use to hit whips then peel off like it was nun folk
Been onnat if yeen know we'll now Ya know
I'm
sing
As far as I can tell ya
Yahweh really loves you
Many times I failed but
Christ healed all of my wounds
Know this life is hell but
That RUACH living
God sent wit not a cent to my name that's nonsense... here wit a knot full of wit hoping for cents in a knot... hope that don't tie your sense in
When I die n get to hell I’ll tell the devil nice to meet ya
First time tellin all my secrets I was fw Takiya
And she never told a soul n I never told
Right up in hurr, is the sweet spot
Stay right up in hurr, and don't bend wit da pre'sure
Is that what it is? The cake will do
Uhh, uhh uhh,
I been through hell & back yea
I cant be worried bout no women, fuck wit no strings attached yea
Back, fuck around get a bag yeaaaaaa, yea
(dLEEngo)
shi gon get ya hit by the pole[01:09.46]Straight about the grind I ain't trusting luck[01:11.25]Ain't no wastin time tryna really run it
and vultures wit grudges
Seen em turn state from hate cooperate wit judges
And you judge us when dog put tah sleep think sheet no covers
Carcass discovered by
(Ain't playin' wit ya)
We, we ain't playin'
(Ain't playin' wit ya)
We, we ain't playin'
(Ain't playin' wit ya)
We, we ain't playin'
Uh, I'm
Came out the bac door the nigga ain't see me
He wanna die over a pound of that tree
Tree no sixty nine I can’t get wit the fee
Fee I got a Nikki I
partner need some weed
I know the plug
Gotta nigga who can do it for the low and he a thug
Fuck wit him the wrong way
He'll make sure you catch a slug
One
money merely talking over drums
Just to sell ah single album got me sweating by the gallons
As I got my eyes on being next wit ah razor sharp talent
As I
Now what's this I hear? I was told to beware
I'm the inspired, dissed by nigga I admired
Hell no, this can't be
Now who the fuck is this
I hear
not while I'm walkin' and rappin'
Heard of some niggas on the other side
Of town who wanna ride wit' me
(Throw ya hands up, hands up)
They can't hide,
by the club swerve, you wit ya girl swerve
A nigga move swerve, all my thugs swerve
[Chorus]
You ain't never had shit (uh uh) swerve on em
For ya
in G-Town, Freddy gon' hate me
Kill kill kill, I'm wit Ca$h ridin' passenger
Yes I will will will The Kentucky Chainsaw Massacre
Ya boy been back
Nigga fuck yo family ties
Kill yo daughter and ya bride
Bitch I nut in both ya eyes
You ain't fuckin wit the slimes
I been super slimey
Bitch don't try me
hell
And I've been rockin' rhymes, since niggas been rockin' gazelles
My slang can bang, so I guess I be the man
You couldn't hang wit my style, if
whatcha you workin wit, ha, I'm workin wit a mil, nigga what
You ain't heard
Chorus: (repeat 4x)
What you workin wit, what you workin wit, what you workin
ya CEO know you can't fuck wit' I
I make a million by June
I'm sayin' fuck July
And I beg you to try me while I'm holdin' the Tommy
I'm a have ya
risin' solo
See ya in the streets hit the gas fuck slow mo
Cause me makin' the same mistake twice is a hell no
Always on my brand new in love wit all this
your err (ear)
Go tell ya man, he take a step, there went a slug in his err (ear)
Have 'em askin (yo, how the hell he get a gun up in here?)
(That's
and I bet ya bitch say my name
Bustin shots wit the glock bitch you better aim (Gtloww, bow)
Talkin' bout' you gon' shoot me you better bang
Put ya name
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