Lyrics:
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin
My music keeps you movin, what are you provin?
You know that I'm two levels above you baby
Hug
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin
My music keeps you movin, what are you provin?
You know that I'm two levels above you baby
Hug
don’t give a fuck bout u bitches I kno what’s up wit u bitches I am no dummy
Laughin haha I swear shyt funny
Hatin ugh that shyt so ugly
Niggas wanna rob
that is
Look, that nigga got his off the curb
That is so how the fuck is niggas
So concerned with his?
I be baffled by the fact
When niggas burn their
'em is the bone
Blowin' up a niggas phone but ain't nobody home
I'm in a zone tryin' to do things
Let's turn this into a crew thing
What's up,
'em is the bone
Blowin' up a niggas phone but ain't nobody home
I'm in a zone tryin' to do things
Let's turn this into a crew thing
What's up,
whore it
Brand new Glock, I adore it, have a nigga runnin' like Forrest
V.I.P., I'm very important, in the hood I ain't never no tourist
Got the drop
sippin mai tais
It don't come as surprise
Yo girl wit me so wave by
She only fuck wit you for pity you know I'm more her type
I'm the Realest Zo there
on tomorrow
So ask Satan if he got a car that I can borrow
I'm impatient like a money hungry rap star
I jack him for his chain and I can get a new jaguar
on tomorrow
So ask Satan if he got a car that I can borrow
I'm impatient like a money hungry rap star
I jack him for his chain and I can get a new jaguar
and kick it wit' me for a minute
Y'know what I'm sayin', come and ride wit' ya boy man, Hey!
Y'all ready know what it is, hey,
We gone swing by some
nigga Wiz
Operation Firm Biz, so what the deal is?
I keep a phat jew-el, sippin' Cristy
Sittin' on top of fifty grand in the Nautica van, uh
We stay
jewelry on me but still got my weapon on me
So try me I bury niggas and make sure you never lonely
Cause I'm sending all your niggas
Rest In Peace all you
got nuff hoes
I'm on the chorus got me feeling like I'm Huncho
Lil shawdy wanna show me what that mouth do
Bring your friends so I could see what
to your room, that's a order
You smell so bad, bad odor
I asked for your mom, you don't know her
This nigga ugly as hell, look like Rover
Got so much damn
real ill niggas
I'm internationally known
When I be on the mic
Hardcore, real ill niggas
So all hail the honorable
It's to my real ill niggas
into space, I'm tryna find my soul
Tryna find myself, politely, I decline yo' help
It's nothing you can do to bring my niggas back (to bring my niggas
This shit started so
Whats up this is Cole aka Vex uhh Im 18 years old from Coatesville PA
Thats five dollars this my lucky day thats that bread this
a P
Plug Talk
Let ‘em know what's really up about a P
I'm shinnin' I'm icy
Put diamonds on my teeth
Her nigga, he like me
But my time is pricey
Never
Thirty-seven-twenty-five-twenty-six
Now she thirty-seven with twenty-five kids
You know what I'm saying?
Now she on the come up
Trying to get a baller nigga
Bitch heard my song
lil' thot' get ugly for these bills
I ain't cuffing no lil bop stop rushing into shit
I know what it is
I flow with the wind
I ain't fucking with no
nigga living the dream
Although I'm not who I'm destined to be
They keep saying, "Grow up"
Lord, my all, what you think of it?
Been on this long road
motherfucker, jokers say I'm ugly
Where your real hair? Hoe you know you cryin'
Uncle be blowin' up a nigga phone now
Uh uh nigga, come on keep it where you
you're wild
Tone down your style
The radio jocks are all pop
So how the fuck this nigga know what shit to rock?
The shit that make your face turn
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