Lyrics:
like a Netflix series
Thats why I cut the smoke
My mother can't be Afeni
Can't judge how you express
This letter is sent sincerely
Lloyd Luther got
the lake outside away you flow
And this I know
I got 100 on my dash, got 200 in my trunk
Name in the grab bags, put my Bible in the trunk
Taaka vodka
dog, no phone calls, got my shit wired
I'm a Ruff Ryder
Bust for my niggas, shh, hush for my niggas, all of us survivors
I'm a Ruff Ryder
You got
And I'm pouring up this liquid by the fucking milliliter
I just got arrested by a cop
And I told him that my balls just dropped
Broke out of the cuff lit
got to end this minute
I had a f***ing dream and yo now I'm in it
I've been at many junction but I know about the function
If someone brings you down
got to end this minute
I had a fucking dream and yo now I'm in it
I've been at many junction but I know about the function
If someone brings you down
like O's, I'm just tryna catch a plate
My granny live by the Lord, so why she pass away?
And Dorse you a legend, think about you 'til this day
I said
Fuck all this anxiety it got me doubting my sobriety. I'm a menace to society, don't be fooled by my notoriety.
I'm looked down on by society.
It got
is my creepy mask
Wap won't jam, yeah, this heater barks
Even got it on deck when I greet my marj
All I wanna do is crash
That corn, but same way
I
below, niggas wanna ball on the kid
I get crazy on this shit
I'm going easy on this bitch
Every moment that I'm gonna get
It's cool, I got the taste, I
the Louisville Slugger
BGeezy is the hustla, ignorant motherfucker
I was taught how to bust heads by the best head busters
Cluckers, you know I got'em 2 for 1 my
says that he isn't
And I am a lion, I'm king of this shit, man fuck you if you say that he isn't
And I ain't from prison but I got the bars that really
the city not for the gram
That's phony
Got it on my own
I'm doing it by my lonely
Not selling my soul
That's why this train moving slowly
Gotta stay on track
and make the papers)
(My theme is all about making the green)
(This style of mine is well-defined)
(Kids hustle on the block)
Okay, we got Preemo
getting passed around by gang
This hoe a sick ass individual
And please don't say my fucking name
I'll hide in your house like I live with you
This shit get
put an extra lime on my water glass (I'm so sorry)
An hour later here she come by walking past
(I hate to be a pest but my son would love your
goals are and I'ma execute them
One by one, yeah, no two ways about it, yeah
Let me glance at my rhyme book and see what word I can use
Ok, we got cook
to go with the usual
Like "yeah yeah all of these beats"
I got this joint SICK, but I don't know about
I'm definitely feeling it right now
I want to see
Movin' to the day that I could hold her (Ay)
Dreadin' bout the day we'd ever fold up
Effected by the energy in fact in kept an odor (Ah)
I ain't really
sauce, I got riches on ma wrist
Pull up with the Lambo, got the sauce in this wrist, aye
Na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na
We gon' pull up in the Lambo
We gon'
case like an otterbox
Millions ways to murder you I probably thought about it
I’m in touch with dark side on this sick synths
Got a sixth sense like
days, I just move away
It's okay, cause I was hurt
I got too much pain up up in my brain
Tryna reminisce about this shit, but this shit don't sound
booty shake music in your trunk
As long as there's that "tic tic" followed by that bump
I'm down to stick a ho if she got a G-string
'Cause the niggas
booty shake music in your trunk
As long as there's that "tic tic" followed by that bump
I'm down to stick a ho if she got a G-string
'Cause the niggas
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