Lyrics:
'm picky
My bitch 1 of 1 man can't be no pick me
All bout my bout my dollars l need a percentage
Forgot how to get it these niggas demented
I might have some
can't do rap
For it's Abstract, original
You can't get your own and that's, pitiful
I know I'd be the man if I cold yanked the plug
On R&B, but I
Written By: Stanley Gentry
Yea
Let Me Talk To You Real Quick
Aye
Simple Conversations Got Concentration Girl I Know U Got A Feeling (
probably drop out of art school
I learned a lot on these corners
I could've never obtain in the classroom
Can't even have nice possession
When you in
Waste no time jump right in
I'm on ten like on off the hen
Laying down lyrics brings satisfaction
On top of them constantly like a pin
Wrestle my
Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by
TIME WAITS FOR NO ONE
(Peter Sando)
I just can’t wait for this
I just can’t wait for that
I keep on checkin’ that old clock on the wall
a watched pot
take you through a tunnel of thought
Wit no support now you got caught off guard
By the number one scar from the Illa-Fifth
Lyrically fulfillin' this
Sweet James Jones
G thing made G's speaking G code
On fire make a riot be a free show
Beat a beat up get a couple knots
I am nothing like these
baby you know that I'm bagging you
I had to get a Louis, a bag or two
It is no one that is bad as you
We got new Pateks on Pateks too
Made it
can't do rap
For it's Abstract, original
You can't get your own and that's, pitiful
I know I'd be the man if I cold yanked the plug
On R&B, but I
yo day 1 nigga that be hatin
But you can't see dirty facts cus all that paper yall be chasin
Til on day he leave u stuck and it ain't no escaping
Ayy, let me hear that ho Jeff
This the Intro Part 2
Beat By Jeff
This the 2, been overdue
Bruh, I'm ranked uno
AK with me, new money gang
Kel with
what, bitch
Puffing Tom puffing
Dark leaf stuffing
Baking the muffins
There ain't no bluffing
I told my boy get it shaking or something
I'd come back
out then get back to it and do right by each other cause
Ion get no sleep chasing the sun Cause I can't loose a day
Snatched up a good woman and gave up
Hey how ya doin'
Sorry ya can't get through
Why don't you leave your name
And your number
And I'll get back to you
Hey how are ya doin'
Sorry
to
Get a new Rollie and go out and skate
Billionaire looking my way I'm on pace
Feeling like Donald Trump back in the day
Don't beef with no rapper it's
skip the trial
Catch 'em kill 'em you're so vile
Tom vigil the pedophile.
Now you cant hide (no) from this any longa (yeah)
I'm here to expose the vigil
to get paid
And make it where these mothafuckas hate
I got up to come down
Trying to get up to come down
Got that playa shit by the pound
The gold
Tryna get that Benz 180 on the dash
Never mind the model it just gotta go fast
Plus I need all my cash
Wooooooooohoooooo
Jones came thru and he smells so
my tin foil
You inhale ill give you a dose
AnAnd im just gettin started like im dipping my toes
No wood grain gripping, but im feelin mike Jones
And I
robbin',
Your money or your life and there ain't no stoppin' 'em,
I never get the working
You know I heard they hood robbin',
Your money or your life
Busta Rhymes
I stay on the scene white cup full of lean
With a bad ass chick sitten next to me
And I didn't have to get a hold no extacy
And the bitch
cant get a break
Now how much can you take
For heavens sake
I cant wait they gone be
(Listening to the wind blow)
[Krayzie Bone]
Sittin' back
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