Lyrics:
wanna tell me how to live but on the same old shit
I be hearing rumors bout me like who told you this
I'm a brand new nigga, still the same old slick
take em off it
Who am I boy I'm A hustler defined and I'm a get on my grind
Somebody should tell him Y'all don't want none
It's my time I'll always be
got some fake people
Tell 'em take off they mask
But this junk gon' take off
Everyone grab they wings (hah)
You better get back on y'all swings
Back
Yea Supr3mo Shawn boy
Yea I mean I'm just
If no one tells imma tell myself
Im proud of me for doing things
That's leading to wealth instead
Sitting
enlisted
And I stay by myself keep the hogs at a distance
I gotta bad bitch from the city, she brown skin and quiet
But man do that girl got some attitude
you go as hard as I go (Yeah yeah)
Bring them hoes to the hotel
Body bag em tell your boyfriend
We got his whole drip by the wholesale
Can't let you in
wake and touch this scar across my face
It reminds me of all I got by bein' a winner
Now this broken back was the dyin' act of a handsome Harry Clay
That
Project, I stay by the railway
I stood on the block, then I got me a spot
Now my daughter go shop for some Chanel frames
Trackin' device on the back
Five boys come on
Ayo talk to Bugsy, what we driving? Let me know what's good man
Beemer or the Benz man
I'm just getting upset fam
What's going
empty by the lampshade
I'm out of Excedrin again, great
Too early to tell, but at this rate
I'm thinkin' this might be a bad day
I walk out
Yo, I be that young fly fellow, got thorough
Down for dinero, hit everything in the Triboro
And I'm the newest member of the Bad Boy team
Oh, he want a bad bitch?
Well, I want a nigga with some money and a long dick
Buy me everything in my cart if you my boyfriend (Helluva made this
boy stop calling me twin
Wash yo' bitch down with the Hen'
He say he gon' take it, he ain't shake it
I heard you got popped, he ain't make it
She say he
Schostakovich
Got your main bitch all on my
Dick and she be riding it
She tell me that your fuck
Game suspect tried of it
I don't even let her suck me
Off I let
Tell me my demeanor keep em pissed off
Big talk
You ain't bout that action
Boy you big soft
Big dog
All I really fuck with is big dogs
Hit dog
Hands
smoke purp
Nigga this grown by cookies
I told them boys that the price going up (price going)
So they might as well gone head book me
I got rank nigga I
on the speaker
Like I got 5 on it
They don't want it like how I want it
They ain't on it quite like I'm on it
Tell em all to step aside like this is my moment
It's
the best women that money can buy
When I talk about the game, I never lie
Ask me why that lil girl made her momma cry
You want to know I'll tell you why,
Keep your bullshit from killing my vibe I'm getting by
I wanna see them middle fingers in the sky keep em high
And don't just tell a fucker to eat
and miss, then fuck around and get
Found in a ditch
Gotta labels give me dough, when they find I can, gross this much
Freestyle shit, you can tell em I
on probation he'll still stretch you
I know a lot of niggas hate me bout some bitches
Fuck em we ain't tripping
Make em sick
We stuff racks in our denims
And you
nigga's sportin'
He got the new air ?, and I want to
Yo, Mr. lover wants my body
'Cause he see that I'm a hottie, surprise me
And I gotta make 'em cute
And now I'm back again, quite lyrical, to kick my bass
Energized by another plane
By logical fanatics, when trying to examine my brain
They can't beat me
'scuse, pardon me ('scuse me)
Y'all done started me (started me)
Callin' up Elliot, tell him to water me (blrrrd)
I'm in her arteries (hey)
I got
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