Lyrics:
bitch
I bet you know her name, I ain't gon' say her name
Grew up to be the man, I ain't grow up to be no snitch
Uh, put that shit on gang, huh, put
another nigga on they list (Hmm)
They hate it when a black man stand up
Might try to kill you even wit ya hands up
Better watch out for the police roll up
paper
Focused on me I'm outta favors
Did it by myself ain't need no favors
They slept on me, I made em wake up
I made them niggas wake up, hmm
I went
I don't know why man's
Calling me family all of a sudden like hmm
My mum don't know your mum
Stop telling man you're my cousin
I got day ones and I
TICAL
As I walk in the shadow of death
Sixteen men on a dead man's chest
Your host this even Mr H-O-T
N-i-x, you get splashed with the Tec
Nobody
trippin', trippin' hard, damn near fell (I was trippin', trippin')
Richard Mille in the field, I feel like Odell (mm-hmm)
Spill my lean and niggas sip, I
seen a black man living his dream that's me nigga right now
I come alive in the night time nocturnal as white owl
Got that blue pill flow for ya all you
Nobody, oh
Nobody else
Don't let me miss you by my side
Shebi we go always stay together
See this love I go dey for you
My lady ee
Whenever mi
at that, she shakes all over when she walk
She made a blind man see
Made a dumb man talk
What kind of woman is this?
Hmm, shucks
Tell me, hey, what kind
By the dark glass on your eyes
Though your flesh has crystallized
Still you turn me on
Still you turn me on
Hmm, you turn me on
Do you want
By the dark glass on your eyes
Though your flesh has crystallized
Still you turn me on
Still you turn me on
Hmm, you turn me on
Do you want
By the dark glass on your eyes
Though your flesh has crystallized
Still you turn me on
Still you turn me on
Hmm, you turn me on
Do you want
and Pussy 3 things that I really always Love (Hmm hmm)
And I know I got to hustle for the Guap (Gotta get that money)
If I ever run out I'll let you know when
I hate the fact that
Niggas claim I've went soft
Do you know who you fucking with man
Goddamn
Okay
Look
First things first, let me set the record
a ditch
The voice of a g
A musical man
I'm taking the mob
Turn it to a band
Nobody taking this
Outta my hand
That boy think he sweet
Like a hundred grand
Hmm, hmm
In this world, you know,
All fingers are not the same.
You hate me
The value of shade is never known
Until when the tree has been cut down,
If you're man enough to pay the consequences
If you're man enough to pay the consequences
If I were the real Jesus
If I were the real Jesus
If I was
Sap
Ay, ay, bitch
Right now I'm tryna get up in that mode
Recording with the switchy on me
Man, I heard them niggas told
It ain't shit to creep up
Thinking y'all not gone pay bitch You got us bent
Hmm
What can we do Up in this Situation
Hmm
The world is ran by a bunch of Masons
Hmm
And why you think
to move
I'm on my way, I'm on my way
This feel like 100,000 on the dance floor
Like they just got Grinding instrumental and a cypher by the band door
off my hair
And I'm green
Mm-hmm, right, right
Man, I gotta light up for this, holy shit
Oh, no, uh-uh-uh, no smoking in here
Fuck you, bitch, I'm out
Yeah, they call me Pak Man and everybody know my name
Yeah, let me introduce myself, they call me Pak Man
I makes it all about your cash man, get it by
wo me ka lo yea yea
Low key low key
Baby mi sun mo bi ka lo
Now we're in the mood hmm hmm o yea
And I no go lie I fit kpe by the way you move babe
to get by, oh I know
Nineteen, hmm, pretty young thing
From the Midwest (oh yes)
Got a long week ahead of her
When I call she gets dressed (she
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