Lyrics:
girl, the dog is pokin'
Addicted to it, JD say I got it bad
Eighteen, nigga, makin' more than ya dad, see
They think they doin' it, but I'ma out do 'em
These are the rough times, best to hurry up
And duck muh'fucker 'fore I buck mine
It's gettin' crazy and everybody's strapped
Surrounded by niggaz but
These are the rough times, best to hurry up
And duck muh'fucker 'fore I buck mine
It's gettin' crazy and everybody's strapped
Surrounded by niggaz but
i like it and it don't really matter when we're doin it girl don't front just come with it ooh
Ooh aah aah damn and girl there ain't nothin wrong
doin' yoga
Lite it up, cause I'm a smoker
Lite it up, cause I'm a smoker
Lite it up, cause I'm a smoker
Shots leave your body looking
Like you're doin
yeah (too much)
Big drip, nah, I ain't lackin', thirty shots in my clip (nah)
Hit 'em with the Drac', it gon' take a nigga limb (bah, bah)
These
(Hittin' by-ways, doin' it my way, yeah)
(No one can stop me, no, no one can stop me)
I'm cruisin' down the highway Hittin' by-ways, doin' that shit
skid, say it ain’t so
(Say it ain’t so)
New plot, won’t stop
Unblock, cast off
I’m gonna walk the talk
How we doin’ in life?
How we doin’ in life?
skid, say it ain’t so
(Say it ain’t so)
New plot, won’t stop
Unblock, cast off
I’m gonna walk the talk
How we doin’ in life?
How we doin’ in life?
yea yea)
In your mind, I call my pistol cause it stay by me (Uh-huh)
That's like my brother, lucky mothers
We ain't nothin to see (Uh-huh)
Shit it's hard livin' the life I live
Gamblin' hustlin' takin' care of the kids
Can't stop now, my niggas doin' a bit
Get money son and invest that shit
smooth and calm and shit was like"
"Where's my bone, nigga?"
"Yo man, yo I'm doin' it God, I'm doin' it, man
I'm sayin', like, no, no, like back in like
the hood with a drank like I'm huggin
Know I'm the deacon, the pete of my church
Stand on my oath in the streets, I'm alert
Quarterback work, I'm havin' it
down and peck at my flesh
But I'm gonna keep it movin
Keep at what I'm doin
Cause my hunger always got me upset
Obsessed
Blood drips from jaws
And I even
ain't really going for the he say, or she say
Keep it G for Pete's sake
I know this shit that bone you pick
Might leave you niggas feetless
It's
and just pull it
Got the tank 22, full clip
Cock back into yo neck silly you
I'm killin' you
You gettin' blessed by the L-O
Say hello, to my big partner
Yo
gotta keep doin' this shit)
Stop by the K-Store, pick me up a Faygo
She riding if I say so, even when I had no funds (and I ain't have shit)
Money ain't
"Ayy bro, this lil' nigga cold
Keep on doin' what you doin', you gon' make it, you 'gon blow"
I ain't know that Ced had went ahead and played my shit
fumin'
I'm and movin' (O oh)
Something about you just says you
Ain't doin' the things that
You say you be doin' and I'm finna prove it
(I'm finna prove it
ain't what we doing
I can see through it, you know that we do it
We doin' it, doin' it, doin' it, doin' it
Doin' it, doin' it, doin' it
They don't do it
shouldn't be so tough
It's hot at home, mamma's got a block on the phone
Couldn't call my man Pete so I called Huddy Comb
Yo, Meeno
Yo, Hud
On the low,
'm movin' passed you but it's all moving in slow-mo
I was sendin' all my love, yeah, by the boat load
I never thought I'd be doin' all of this solo
You hit
Nigga, we blessed
I'm doin', I'm doin', I'm doin' my best
Ain't worried 'bout nothin' they stressin', no stress
(Stress, stress, stress, stress) yes
myself, I'm doin' me.
I could pray for you to act right everyday
But it ain't up to me to make you change
Life is too damn short to live unhappily
So I
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