Lyrics:
'll write'll get your pussy wet
It's just a freaky note, from me to you
At the bottom I signed it Playboy II
I'm a player, bitch, I thought you knew
Like
you got 10 mill
I shine so bright I blind ya
Cross my crew, we'll find ya
It's a motherfuckin shame
My dominance to this game
I live for gun smoke aroma
(Ay Ay!)
Ay!
One life
We affi live it (Let's live it!)
Two times
For all the winnings (Uh Huh!)
Three times
Because we're different (Let's go!)
And true
the S why'all, to the see why'all, double-O be why'all
Well god damn it's me why'all
Jump back, kiss myself, I'm so fly
Sip a brew or two, cause yo, I don't
mid-range
Red dot on your chest opens up your rib cage, nigga
I just love when a nigga bring his whole crew
It's just a bigger piece of cake for me
mid-range
Red dot on your chest opens up your rib cage, nigga
I just love when a nigga bring his whole crew
It's just a bigger piece of cake for me
grab the mic and 1,2,1,2
...You see some rule
To me a new roof to punch through
If it’s war, then you use sun tzu
Oh a mic? yea I use one too
It’s all
the chronic by the tree
"I love it when you call me big poppa"
Throw your hands in the air, if you'se a true player
"I love it when you call me big pop-pa"
the chronic by the tree
"I love it when you call me big poppa"
Throw your hands in the air, if you'se a true player
"I love it when you call me big pop-pa"
I sit ISIS with the crew
I just want the head, I'd give an arm and leg to live like you
I envisioned two of you
I sit sipping splitting views
I just
broads
I love breaking Suge Knight and his bros
(Ha ha) just like breaking the laws
I used to have his baby
Momma like taking it off i'm taking it all
Lil'
own two
No crew just see what this Mac-11 gon do
Plenty bodies gon be dropping soon
As I come through
Hop out let it rip head slugs go threw
death
They throw their dice for the crew
She wins the mariner and he belongs to her now
Then, crew one by one
They drop down dead, two hundred men
death
They throw their dice for the crew
She wins the mariner and he belongs to her now
Then, crew one by one
They drop down dead, two hundred men
Y'all live, I solace
I evil, y'all eye backwards
Like a thousand strokes a day outcome
Got it over your nog shit I could tell
Like the motive for murder
I tell em, I say
One yourself when 2 niggas run up with 3 gats
A four, five, six shots
Seven like eight claps
Da nine milli throw ten shots
Where ya
did you can do it too
[Verse Two]
I know niggaz are like there's no returning when I
bought that white five-fifth
So white that the coke heads just
can't use dem food stamps
Other crews like to sample and mix
But our crew, we just play that shit
Live, drums, bass, keys
Niggas don't like it, you
life upon my being
One time for my homies on the block
All my real gees getting bigger like what
And it's weekly we up in the city we be making big
nothing but girl scouts
And I'mma show you what it's all about
(Ah yeah!) That's what you say when my love's in your mouth
Without a doubt I cut MCs like
hello hello
Burn, baby let it burn
Now it's my turn
I get in a nigga's system like a hundred viles of sherm
Then I kill em with 2 thousand words in 2
the worst days
Now we sip Champagne when we thirsty
Uh, damn right, I like the life I live
'Cause I went from negative to positive
And it's all (It's all
tryin' to spit
But you can't spit it like this
I come equipped to rip, any battle
And leave him strung in his crew
but they put me in the twist like
had sex,
but it doesnt bother him cause he has the internet.
He jerks off to freaky shit like 2 Girls 1 Cup,
hes fucked up I tried watching it I fucking
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