Lyrics:
WHAT IS YA DOIN
Turn up get loaded, Will Smith get focused
Think its funny, get roasted, think its sweet, it aint hostess
Her titties coming out
dat
Extendo ready to shoot get yo soul snatched
Toe tag
4 niggas that's 4 bags
All facts
Leave a nigga stressed out wit no cap
I'm a rich nigga
(Why you playing)
Know I got my demons
But I'm not too sure bout one laying with me
(Get out)
I Know I got my problems
You try to divide them
I feel like
eating it's tail, it get rode by a harlot
That's why i don't like thots, it's 'cause of the Bible
If you out here hoing, come get you revival
I don't think
to be the best and Make it with my own plugs
That even in the future if I do leave She’ll be spending loose change on Versace rugs
Moving out to la I just
do things that we never have did But we'll never have it if you leave me gone
Fucked up, but I need your love One more day, I might get some trust
Next
"Dropped outta school early so I could get me some paper
That's a good book, I don't mind you gettin knowledge about the game
You dig? So you won't
of parting, bird or fiend!" I shrieked, upstarting--
"Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that
Until we start fussing and cussing
Frustration builds - few lose
And fist fights leave niggas busting
Not only do we have to look
Out and avoid encounters
talking trash)
(Just jet up and just leave)
(Girl it's not too late) It's not too late, it's not too late
(Baby, take Tevin by the hand)
(I'm sure
She burns his evil heart with her evil eye
She gets her wicked way with her wicked smile
She takes him by the hand and leads him to the door
It's
quick to kill
I ain't frontin' on the real, I'm slangin' that steal
Nigga trip, get flipped when they fuckin wit Turk
Spin the bin in the whip, leave ya
nigga
Gave her the side eye
I ain't trippin' bitch wait til I pop out
Lamborghini the door when I hop out
It feel like a game when I get uh
It feel like
Come to decide that the things that I tried
Were in my life just to get high on
When I sit alone, come get a little known
But I need more than
Miss me with that bullshit (Bullshit)
You ain't really wild, you a tourist
(A tourist)
I be blackin' out with the purist
(The purist)
I made
advise you don't get out of line
We can fight it out or this llama can
Turn your thoughts to slime
Emptiest threats from these haters
Shrouded by dollar
date bitch I'm way too legit
Ts get real when you hanging with pits we might slime yo ass out or buck you for yo blick
Either way, it goes best to know
I said a hip hop
Hippie to the hippie
The hip, hip a hop, and you don't stop, a rock it out
Bubba to the bang bang boogie, boobie to the boogie
I’m stuck inside of a place
I have no business being in
Here I am right by your side
Unnoticed again
I think about you day and night
Can’t get
never worry bout pride
Feeling like Wayne stop playing with a gangsta
Moving like a thug old Trump is a Wanksta
Gotta get him out 4 we all go under
Rain
bitch
Know you out on the low
Flexing on me
Thinking I ain't peep shit
Now that ass gotta go
Bad news, you toxic
Gotta get you off me
Better off by
my fault I ain't luck up
But I stuck up
Tryna to get out the hole that I'm fell in
Got buried alive but then I got dug up
By this woman that gave me
Proceed ball, floss'n as I get them all
The scandalous couldn't catch if I slip and fall
Conspiracy to over throw reality, drug mentality
Influenced by
Welcome to the jungle
Hope you're ready for war
We've been taking over while
The predators snore
Fresh out the cage, here to settle a score
And when
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