Lyrics:
on my feet
Nigga tried to flex but he had to be smoked
So I shot him in the ass on the downstroke
Shot him in the ass on the downstroke
What?
Shot
Did I hear someone ask for a miracle
Let me hear you say, ah
Ah
That's close enough
A ghost
Get ready, Milan
Your 17th salvation is at hand
For I
row
With my steal I cap home feeling like a O
No he didn't, yes he did
Bank your chin in her crib
This ain't no fed
But now he did
On the other
nights
Just to put myself on
This voice in my head, it tells my ass to keep going
I’m tryna see three M’s, like Money making Mitch
She sent three DM’s,
?
Why can't time just pass me by
Hope you can hear my cry up in heaven, oh my
Accomplishments go down the drain when I see the powder rain
Made me forget
Percocet and Adderall, man, I could walk on water
I got a son, his name Jaylen and he want all your daughters
I'm a landmine, got this by a landslide, I
lines
So flame on I turn my game on the expert
Niggas get chills when you hear my name on the network
Fuck what you niggas kickin on the mic
You chicken
You so sweet you just like a
Vegan you don't want no beef
A shell'll make your heart go accapella
No beat like a nigga with no teeth
I don't bite my
'm screaming on these records that I'm rich
Calling people from my number now I block it
Cause there's nothing worse then getting haunted by a stalkin' ass
I'm the one you run from, not come for
You could get the whole clip, plus one more
You ain't never slung raw with your fake ass
I was burnin' my bags
I'm the one you run from, not come for
You could get the whole clip, plus one more
You ain't never slung raw with your fake ass
I was burnin' my bags
the game
These niggas don't know me but his bitch screamin' my name
I be all over the union feelin' just like Dwyane
Smokin' three pounds of the thunder, it
Chinese
The white girl said, "My name is Dawn
And I love your gear by Louis Vuitton"
The black girl said, "My name is Jane"
And she couldn't keep her hands
and I'll make her smile
Man it's great when I take that ass out like a date
I can't wait for my plate, don't you see what's at stake?
Close the gate, I just
on my name
She better provide them receipts and set her damn facts straight
I don't come to play games
So take your big ass motor mouth and get the fuck
jet, I turn a bitch into my favorite
She know my name cause I got more game than Sega CD
[Chorus]
You know it's drama, but it sound real good (3
jet, I turn a bitch into my favorite
She know my name cause I got more game than Sega CD
[Chorus]
You know it's drama, but it sound real good (3
[Kardinal Offishall]
Alright
Yo, I'm bust
I'mma kill it, I'mma kill it
Here we go here we go
Yo
My flow is like a cock block for your whole label
I be on the moon, by myself
They say that they real but I can't tell
That's why I got this Glocky by my belt
If you try to stop me, won't end well
knocked you to your knees
Cause your style your style your style it drives me wild
And its been a long long time since I see you smile
Still you are my
doo)
No rest for cross-tops in my mind
But it makes no difference 'cause it
Knocks you off your feet
(Doo doo doo, doo doo doo doo)
On my own, here we go
1, 2, 3, 4, bust it
C'mon, c'mon
Juvenile, Wacko, Skip
Where dat Melph at?
Where da Yo at?
Where dat Thomas at?
Where VL at?
Y'all hear that Nolia
is trapped in stench
You either high school drop-outs, one to three cop-outs
Fifteen years old, shorty ass and top out
Ninety-nine cent beer
like for years I knew yoga
I'm too smoked up, I can't remember me
Off Hennesy, that's why I carry Mini-Me
I need fifty feet when my performance starts
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