Lyrics:
your triflin', dirty, white, racist ass big fat, bitch?
Oompa Loompa-body-ass bitch
I'm comin' up there and I'm goin' to beat the fuck out of you,
know I'm rich, my bag up high
All this water drippin', see this glass, oh my
Know it might look temptin', but look past me, bye
'Cause you try to rob
blues
I be on lean like fat nigga shoes
Catch me on lean like a nigga with no knees
Opp nigga weak, wanna beat 'bout a freak
Made the bitch eat my
me I'm chillin' with the wrong niggas, hah
Fuck that, I'ma ride with my niggas
If the opps slide, I'ma spin blocks for my niggas, hah
She ain't
the tarp, sir
I'm growin' weed for my mama there
I've got a paved driveway and photos in the hallway of me on my Harley
And I did it my way
See, hip-hop
like crack
Bitch, I'm back and my ass got bigger (fat)
Pretty face and a real nice figure (uh)
Shoot your shot, nigga, pull that trigger (that
I gotta die, I'd rather homicide
I ain't have 50 Cent when my grandmama died
Now I'm goin' back to Cali with my Jacob on
See how time fly?
Hate
it, see
I dig in my crates, I don't perpetrates
I got shit sewn, like Billy Bathgate
Beware like Cocoa, yo I'm not a slow boat
Got so much dough I
How you think we should handle it
Cause if I said it, I'm thinking, look, say you was there by my side
You still posted, you still posted
Let's say I
High speed chase I'm on him, I do my cardio
Shoot him while the whip's still
Spinnin' it's Super Mario
Fuck it I'ma remix it
I ain't never backed down
Somethin' that'll be a painless death I'm convinced
Off the bridge I'll lay my soul to rest, this is it
Yeah we goin' down
Yeah we goin' down
Yeah we goin
never ever be seen
Once I got you, I'ma give you my
My, my 4, 4, 4, 4, 4 my, my 4, 4, 4, 4, 4
My, my 4, 4, 4, 4, 4
I'ma give it to baby, you nice and slow
the dealer
I copped a new car and I tint it (okay)
Won't lie, lil' bitch had a nigga down
But now that I'm out of my feelings (okay)
I'ma stack the money
you know but I'm actually Michael Jackson
The man I see in the mirror is actually goin' platinum
Unthinkable when I think of the way these niggas been
listenin'
See 50 comin' for me, oh my God ma, my position
No one'll pay attention to me
Please Gotti, here I go, give me this pill
Ecstasy done got me
have an orgy y'all
Let's see y'all
I slap so many punans you would think I'm made of bee-ba
Stop if ya guard extra-large
Better keep my guns tight
A haha, yeah, Evey, Jada
Just Blaze, break it down
Let's Go, uh huh,
See we goin' "Bring down the House" right now
D-Block style, what up, what
what's her name? It's Luke
You tried to see me on the TV, you's a BG
D-O-Double-G, yes, I'm a OG
You can't see my homie Dr. Dre
So what the fuck
what's her name? It's Luke
You tried to see me on the TV, you's a BG
D-O-Double-G, yes, I'm a OG
You can't see my homie Dr. Dre
So what the fuck
Pistol on my hip, I shoot the rounds in this bitch
Drive-bys, hittin' licks
Say goodbye to the sticks
We don't play, we empty clips
Now I'm done with
Pass me the stick, bet I'ma swing the tree branch
I'm in this bitch, I'm boppin' doin' my Z dance
Ho take, ho take this dick, I'm fuckin' her while I'm
them bikes running,
running to lights and shit
and I be clean when I’m on the bike
they steady complement my drip
my bike be l matching my fit
my fit
C*** the hammer then crackle, smile
Take me to your house, pal
Got to the house, my pockets got fat, see
Crack the safe, got the money
than dope I hope the limo's got tints
Now honey, you see this may sound profound
But let me love you down
And if I'm Uptown I'm back downtown
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