Lyrics:
I'm that nigga that went platinum damn near over night
You're all welcome, niggas know you want to live my life
May God help 'm
I'm possessed by my
i miss ya this thug gonna miss ya til i'm wit cha'
it was 90 on the P.E. tour when we mashed down
doesn't even seem like 7 years passed
both
And watch 'em start snitchin'
I keep spittin' still stupid niggas fail to listen
I personify this thug livin'
Hell or prison
My ammunition varies
My
them cups raising up
Snizzow flizzake is off in my dollar
Gotta nose it up
I dial drink by the liters, I'm a drinker ho
Ya swore you doin' it like
Me?
Done wit the questioning time to stay in my element
Ma truth I'm tellin it I do it for the hell of it
I might look innocent but inner me is menacing
back so I caught that
Hell yea I got all that
Nigga look we got the club packed
Wit 100 bitches and a couple homies
That gone keep it 100 if you looking
everybody's goin' crazy for a quarter
You're tuned in to the number one crew in the area
The way I'm talkin I'm scarin' ya
I'm darin ya to raise hell and bail
everybody's goin crazy for a quarter
You're tuned in to the number one crew in the area
The way I'm talkin I'm scarin ya
I'm darin ya to raise hell
that went platinum damn near over night
You're all welcome, niggas know you want to live my life
May God help 'm
I'm possessed by my sacrifice
of what happens, this shit like hell
Niggas will rob you themselves, niggas don't care about cells
Get it by male, now he get love in the mail
Mama, sister
stressed and i ain't stunt wit money
Now its dm's from my exes, Alexa play what these bitches really want from me
I don't have no time to fuck wit ya'll
I'ma
Gettin ah stowed by deh steward
Collect from deh rich and give back to deh poor
Dollas guaranteed feh sure
So if you follow the pace an' ya know
Say
brown tee
Muhammad throwback, who sport a jersey by Ali
And if he made one (Hell naw they don't excite me)
I'm all about my cash ridin' around wit
warn ya
'Cause that baby gets mad
And gets to throwin' a tantrum
He'll f- flip on ya
'Cause nobody puts baby in the corner
I'm only tryna warn ya
in the corner
I'm only tryna warn ya
'Cause that baby gets mad
And gets to throwin' a tantrum
He'll fuckin' flip on ya
'Cause nobody puts baby in
bad as hell and can't be touched
Red bottoms on match her clutch
You can tell she used to dealin wit a lame
Ima step of above baby, i'm no the same
fuckin wit Father Time
Act like it's a crime
When I'm kickin' shit wit my niggas
Should know by now I forever wear the pants
And you wear the breeches
on you
You ain't weight on my pain how the hell you expect me to drop a pound on you
I got some million dollar niggas in da slums wit 100 guns
Ima flip da
cause i don't slip ma nigga, and if you slip up you prolly get ya shit cut (Yeah!)
I'm just coolin' wit some bitch, she wit a lick, i get my dick sucked
baby-daddy fucked wit me,
But I'm out on you hoes,
Wit the 10 g belt,
The only thing I'm concentratin' on is checkin' my mail,
What the hell??!! what
at your picture my nigga
puttin hash with the weed wit a mixture of liqour
we can't kick it you ain't wit us is the shit I can't figure
nigga I miss ya
hundred spokes chrome
Knock off some malt liquor by the malzatof
Don't gotta floss, huh, ain't that the truth
Flyin' in boobies, silver six hundred coup
Wit' somethin' for ya
Get rocked by my midnight Glock
Sniper through sound vocal rifles
To invade the block
Fuckin' bitch paid the price of a snitch
her tell ya boo thing to wait Inda car
Tell me if you really came to spar cuz I posted up by da bar
Body flows lemme change a bar all my verses they be
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