Lyrics:
ain't really new to me
Hit her with the left cause the glockie in my right hand
Ruger in the bed and an AR by the night stand
Pull up in tec and it's
something really beautiful, although I must confess to being baffled
W she got knocked up.
Thing-fish:
Well, if de trufe be told, it were de father o' de boy
hardheadedness won't let them accept it
See they loved each other from beginning to end
But when he really wanted her then she didn't want him
When she really
Or the Air Forces they'll never see cuz they got copped in Japan
Damn, man, I know he a gangsta, and he pop his steel
He supposed to be dead or locked up, why
on the skip
I don't want your hoe shit, you suck it on my dick
In the fuckin' party, yeah, it got me fuckin' lit
Sprintin' got me loaded, yeah, I'm really high
traffic but he got no fear
Text his baby momma and told her he almost there
Hate to start over in a place if he ain’t known there
But figure anything is
funny
Is it any reason why y'all starvin'
I smell bull and by smelling force
Do I really need to beg your pardon?
My jersey say James I don't play
ball through the roof
He just came to my city, this shit is Enormous proof
No I'm not ballin, but I can still score too
You lost by a margin
Yes by
swear to God thass tuff
Made in His image swear to God thass tuff
Even got repentance that's a blessing thass tuff
God really went Bob Ross on this
I'm just glad he didn't talk
We move different
Mozzy with me got the tool with 'em
Hot shells, blood spillin' out your new denim
I'm 'posed to be
He fucking up like Channel 4
I got some news for him
These my Jim Morrison flows
They bout to open doors for me
I tell a bitch hello
I love you
Now
rap rock'n'roll
Tidy Bowl, gun hold pro, Starsky with the gumsole
Hit the rum slow, parole kids, live Rapunzel
But Ton' Stizzy really high, the vivid
rap rock'n'roll
Tidy Bowl, gun hold pro, Starsky with the gumsole
Hit the rum slow, parole kids, live Rapunzel
But Ton' Stizzy really high, the vivid
and it's hold up now
Let me finish
Think about it baby me and you we still kids ourself
How we gon' raise a kid by ourself?
Handle biz by ourself
it’s getting me even (Ow)
Load up a deck now these boy wanna shuffle (Yeah)
Logo print sitting all over my duffle (Hold on)
Won’t even hush got these
Packs To Hide The Fat, Mines Hide The Racks
Build A Bag, Build A B!$$h, Build A Brick, Yea
Bob The Builder w/ A Stick, I Can Fix It
I Got Money, I Don’t
Packs To Hide The Fat, Mines Hide The Racks
Build A Bag, Build A B!$$h, Build A Brick, Yea
Bob The Builder w/ A Stick, I Can Fix It
I Got Money, I Don’t
my Magnum Force
'cause when I lay a nigga out, they come and drag em off
(Y'all niggas crazy) Yo them boys ain't got no remorse
I take a hit of my Bob
long to save you
I was getting my dick sucked, by my secretary
She asked me my sign, I told her bitch Aires
I stay on Barbary and Scott, 5000 block
I
can you
After exchanging greetings I was approached
By an ABC exec who handed me a hat
I thanked him and started to put it on when he stopped me
This culture came from
And what it's really all about
I got you, my nigga, yo, ayo
Count to ten and then come in shootin'
Fuck peace, Silverback the new
him
I said let's work it out like we just got up out the gym
Next day he saw me with her he like oh lord not again
They see I'm winning now
Moving kinda
Ay yo, this that shit you bob your head to
This that brand new instrumental
I heard he put his city on
That boy Kells so influential
Success got
Then sucker have a dick
I'ma take your funky breath like an asthmatic
Damn tragic how I got your momma
Shot before her damn casket
I ain't talkin head
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