Lyrics:
cooling it, we hold that down
Tell 'em where we from 'jacktown jacktown'
Hear your song and I frown
Niggas snatching my sound
All of y'all some clowns
Big
some spare drama to get into
Surrounded by bare rats
That's a shit zoo!
Ya dargs they some shitsus
I hit the club with Usherbucks
My boys like "YEAH"
Poking at my problems, I know how to solve 'em
With a ski mask, automatic or revolver
A slave is one whose power and authority is ruled over by another
to be a killer (New York Stand Up)
You wanted to be the Champ! (Got your boy in the booth nigga)
You ain't hungry
Matter of fact I don't want you in my
grindin' that pole
I think I'm losin' control
Get buzzed, get drunk, get crunk, get fucked up
Hit the strip club, don't forget ones, get your dick
of your mouth like a Zyn
I'm in the club, you ain't in
Okay, yeah
Even if I don't know how I'ma win
Counting this cash, by my bed
Okay, yeah
Counting this
you're at it, stop rolling people for their beats
Man I know your secret, girls you hit em
And stop tryna kiss middle aged women
Stop yelling man. we know
digits love
She said yeah boy come over here boy
I'll give 'em to you in the morning before you leave
If you like this dick put your ring on it
Come
my life or your life
And I'm a bomb first
For so many days and some many ways
We've been duckin' strays
Hate to live us
But we still some Bad Boy
what to do
I know I'm late but destiny brought me back to you
Time went by turned you into a butterfly
I'm here to say hello, tell your nigga goodbye
what to do
I know I'm late but destiny brought me back to you
Time went by turned you into a butterfly
I'm here to say hello, tell your nigga goodbye
Let me tell you what is not
I pay my own bills and I pay em' on time
You worry about yours
Let me worry about mine
I spend my money any way that I like
my bad
Had to tell that boy to come fight back
Had to tear him down, had to strike that
I did not get this far by caring bout their feelings
Bruh, I
with that wolf gang i told them boys fuck em off
Bought your whole gang, them chains, and you tuck em all
some motion, got back to it on my bully shit
Hear my opp's be cappin so I'ma pull up on some Deebo shit
Throwin bullets like Brady, tell em' catch it
story
I just hope it helps you know me
Ya dig?
Ya dig?
Ya dig?
No really tell me
Ya dig?
Lend me a second of your time
And let me speak what's on my
tell 'em we back
Matter fact
Let 'em know we never left
Oh, we back in that one bag, huh? (Gangsta Grizzillz)
My friend group compared to yours is
nevertheless I gently rest my head on her breast
But danger lurks in the wings based on how the cards read 'em
I think she'd better tell 'em
Tell me, how you
him in traffic
He hit that boy with a 4 by 4
Dre Ski too savage
My heart cold I can't wife no hoe
Especially them ratchet lil hoes
They be doing
all feel me go and sing it loud tell 'em
I'ma straight bring you this rock and roll
Shooting for the top, I'ma lock and load
Moving the crowd, I
Doing all the same stuff beside your boy
By the time I stepped through the door
I just wanna really tell you how I feel
Nobody else wants to keep it real
your fuckin' ass beat
A fuckin' wicked juggalo that's what I be homie
Keep 'em by my side never gonna leave 'em lonely
If I say what's up ninja then I
Got a man?, Girl, I won't tell
Baby, Shake that BBL
Dancing out here, all by yourself
I know you need it, you need my help
Turn your phone off, Girl, I
Top floor type shit
Chandeliers with marble floors boy
My baby momma just put me on child support
Fuck a warrant, I ain't going to court
Don't
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