Lyrics:
I got bitches, got my niggas, I got millions in the stu'
Trade my mansion for a cell over some call, boy would you? (Boy)
But let you tell it, you
scare you, I can tell 'cause your shivering
Lyrics label wit an X and not a G
I say fuck the police, yo, so now they after me
I'm wanted by the law so
to ah phen"
"I can tell that ya hatin on me
Lil nigga wit the stale face uh
Made cuz i done had the sauce boy i
Had the drip since the first grade
Im
some people I ain't never seen
The OGs keep telling me, "Boy, you gon' make history"
I told my bitch you better ask about a nigga in these streets
We
I’d have to beat on em way too cruel
Tell a boy, just cool
If you’re a G, bring a tool
If not, have a seat, grab a stool
Imma sleep on em way too cool
oh my, I think he's blessing me
Excelling in harmonious melody, boy we got the recipe
Like Ragu, it's in there, giving you some of the best of me
taking hit's
I go do a show and with the
Back and get yo block blitzed
Niggas call me Farrakhan
Drive-by’s only increase
White flag wavin’ dead we tappin’
come and rock with me everybody rocking out
I make em jump till there's a hole in the fucking ground
Pose for a picture, nigga I am so off the Richter
on me
I'm just gon'
Hit 'em with a fuck no, cuz I know they don't love me
And I'm rocking jerseys
I don't rock no bape hoodies
I like girls who shoot
of butterflies
Somebody help me, cause my life is in the Judge eyes
They got me for a Humbug, and that's some bullshit
I should've listened to them preachers in
wanna hit 'em in the face (ha ha ha)
Tell these haters quit copyin me
I got that speed and harmony, what the fuck?
Right there, what you say? (what did he
Cause it cannot go to the grave
And I got some things about how I live
That I gotta take to the grave
See shawty you play, you late
Then I move em right
play me"
My hoes never say nothing they just okay me
I keep the K right between em' like OKC
Please, the young boy has got the remedy down
If you ain't
that you can do for 'em, you feel me
So I just tell 'em please don't act like act, no
All my niggas we the same, please don't act like that
Please
Hattninnin!)
Let ya boy Parlae get some of that Harlem clientele (What's Hattninnin!)
I got more crack than a curb, Fuck wit me! (Westside! Aye fuck wit me
I sold my soul to the devil today (Around here they tell me I had a hell of a year)
Thought it would help me in some kind of way (Oh, you thought
on the satellites (I see 'em)
It's Basquiat boss when it come to paint
And when I'm followin' my heart, don't tell me what I can't (what I can't)
You are just
The iron chef, I whip it up in hell’s kitchen
(tell ’em) shit it’s all in the wrist
Boy I’m nice with it
Get a coffee pot hot, drop some ice in it
Take it
in the night
Angels by my side help me fight Uh
Yea I don't care if they notice me Uh
I got that ZHUZH you know I'm gonna shine
I don't care if they
I'm chilllin' with Brazilian women, heavy accents
They black friends translatin', got 'em all ass naked, adjacent
Have relations with 'em many places
(Coke white cash got me fitted like Royce)
(Waiting, uh, um, yeah, you leave me no choice)
(We don't need no choice, y'all some pussy boys)
(We don't
to do tha
kid that tried to slip for some buda, sleep (word up)
I peeped every spot his boys be, I got crew
But what am I do is get somebody new to do it
sick
Making me cough
Boy you're doing it wrong
I'm pulling it off
I was lost
Got some hope from the cross
Give em' truth
Reject the truth
They push it
sick
Making me cough
Boy you're doing it wrong
I'm pulling it off
I was lost
Got some hope from the cross
Give em' truth
Reject the truth
They push it
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