Lyrics:
lie I went stupid I get ignant bout these racks
Got 200 on my dash you in the past I won't look back
How the fuck you paying all the bills and she
Oh he on that block then we takin that trip
BOW skurt off in the whip
How many times i beat a nigga w a brick
If i see dudey Lo bullets rip through his
real close you can hear the city cry
You hear it right?
It's like every night the city die
We the blood, we give the city life
Living the city life
on that Cloud
Hop in the whip and get started
Nigger you know we Audi
Focus
Realest shit ain't no party that can start without me
Pull up and pull up like
The money look cash stacked
The honeys'll smash fast
The ones with the fat ass
So fat he get bad legs
She did to me whiplash
He hitted the dick fast
He just
Swag nasty drippin
Every time I pull up yu kno my roof be missing
Got niggas thinkin that I'm whipping up in the kitchen
But how I get my money bitch
come to my trap mane we never get dry
Needa smoke down a zip and that’s jus to get high
And they don’t get away i jus let em get by
And i can’t pick
Where are we, is this Earth?
Everything is so funny here!
What's going on?
We should take this over, okey-dokie?
Look at these nincompoops!
This will
you don't know the half of it, you don't know how that name fits
You don't know my hidden shame
Hidden shame, shame, shame
That I can't get free
From
Yo, god, show these niggas how we get deep, down, and dirty
Like Keyon, got his wig pushed back
Five-thirty
Yo they gotta hit
Placed on my head,
how much did yo jewelry cost
Well you should take it off, then put it back in its box
You can't take me out just cuz I'm that n**** you not
I recognize
to the west by Canal, see how we confused ourselves
It’s no gold it’s ferrous metal, if you feel so get that wealth
Basically I don’t see no difference, branded
Really think you’re Rocky but you’re Fat Joe
Scaramooosh, do the Mitch fantago
Chorus:
I’m your motherfucking hostess
Hot benz, all tens, got
Piscataway, 8 Ki's I have we lay
Half today, my whole island like Gilligan its fast away
By the way, [whats up dawg] who's hardest
Probation over yeah, ima
lesson
How life works in this motherfuckin' world, dawg
Niggas out here tryna kill each other
But I'm just tryna get to my kids, dawg
You know how it is
Beanie what's up Baby
what's Happening (Face)
Sigel
What ' bout to get off baby
We fittin' to get off
H4y yo what we goin to do on this
a fuck how you get it
Throw up da M, cause I'm coming from Memphis (Yea, yea)
We'll leave da boy missing
NFL by the way that we blitzing
Knock them off if
bitch hold fast I'll be there to get that now I got that shit and I'm so made I'm out here on these streets and it's time to get paid I'm on the streets I
we are
I blame my habits
You get it how you grab it
You live it how you act it
And imagine
At 15 my coach told me I’d be second string on the team
So I
Pip squeak
How you gonna handle that
Handled It
Made a love handle
With her back fat
Grab it up
Bbw had the wap wap
Wet wet
Bbw had the wap wap
Splish
up, smokin' up)
But bitch please get yo' hand off my grip (I got a nigga)
Haha, now that's right
And it don't stop right here on W Balls
Nothin' but
years old)
Unaccompanied by adults and a neglected dog
In the basement (In the basement)
I came back in the house and did what I came here to do
Dove
style
'Cause I'm a lyrical chef
I gets mines to the death
'Cause I be cookin'
From here to Brooklyn
Your shits annoying like fat-ass Bookman
On Good
style
'Cause I'm a lyrical chef
I gets mines to the death
'Cause I be cookin'
From here to Brooklyn
Your shits annoying like fat-ass Bookman
On Good
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