Lyrics:
she let this true candy to bring it up
I said that's cool with me as ya ass I touch
She said rule you scandalous lick the lips
Popped another one
love niggas (I rely on Bed-Stuy to shut it down if I die)
And while you niggas talk shit, we count bank figures (let's go)
Yeah, I Momma, Miss Ivana
love niggas (I rely on Bed-Stuy to shut it down if I die)
And while you niggas talk shit, we count bank figures (let's go)
Yeah, I Momma, Miss Ivana
chopsticks
Plus, it's a shortage on purple
And it's a drought on them bricks
So he'll go decide to do a kick door
And pull a few licks
Some of them parents
lera
I'm not playing
Me I go stand by you
Would you stand by me, baby, o?
To protect that ibadi
My heart robber
Odikpo odikpo
E be the sound my
the lick, go get some money, hey (BigWalkDog)
(Honorable C N.O.T.E.)
League in effect (It's a shame)
I-I-I-I still love H.E.R.
I-I still love H.E.R., Hanto E. Rap
(Verse 1)
(Ryo-Z in background)
[Ryo-Z] I remember anokoro
on the floor or bring you to the door ho
All my niggas CN City they Trained To Go shawty (Go shawty)
I got a O-40, wit' like four bodies on it (Bodies on it
I got the chopper like N.L.E
Bitch get the boot like it's Italy
Don't say my name do not mention me
We ain't the same match my energy
Fuck do you
the dark
Never stop, stop, stop, a five-hour E train
By time I be finished, yo, motor be on E tank
I fill it back up with that 93 Octane
I ain't your nigga
Livin' in my shoes boy, this is not shoe town
A showdown for Motown, it's a new sound
Lyrics that lick, the tick off a timepiece
Foamin' at the mouth
Livin' in my shoes boy, this is not shoe town
A showdown for Motown, it's a new sound
Lyrics that lick, the tick off a timepiece
Foamin' at the mouth
The way you dey move sexy
Girl you go kill someone
You no be ashewo
Chop you lick you
Like tuwo oh
E dey sweet me like semo
Uh oh uh oh uh
Yeah yeah eh eh
mail it back
Watch your tone
Who the fuck you yellin' at?
I will beat the fuck out you like your dad
Shoot this bitch up if you make me mad
Pop another E
tryna cook but screw it
Let me put my face it
Lick lick
Ahhh
Tasting better then some home cook greens
You and the oven on 500 degrees
Girl you taste
G-E-D, wasn't B-I-G
I had to get P-A-D, that's why my moms hate me
She was forced to kick me out, no doubt
Then I figured out licks went for twenty down
could get it from Three
Papi didn't have it, I could get it from E
Niggas need dank, you can call on me
Hell I come through, it don't matter if you
for the block of provalone
Or the limburger, screaming murda murda murda
You, your crew, her, him, and them
All get clapped by E-S-H-A-M
[Chorus]
You
this
Flag in ah me pocket make me rep my clique
Soon as it drop you know we rock like this
She never see me put it on the map like this
She never
addosso e in più non dimentico
Ogni passo è rischio
Perché non posso sbagliare
Intorno parlano senza fare
Fuori amano odiare
Matt Rocc sopra al beat stronzi
It's Luh Shotta E
I ain't paying for nun doe
(Run off run up oouh run up oouh run up oouh run up oouh oouh oouh yeah!)
I'm pleading not guilty
a
Corner house in the 'jects
When the tables was turned
I flipped a quarter ounce to a check
Let's go
I made six figures easy, got it lick by lick
I built my
was Candy
Said she let this true candy to bring it up
I said that's cool with me as ya ass I touch
She said rule you scandalous lick the lips
working turnarounds (turnarounds?)
Little Steve hittin' your bitch from the back, matter fact
That's a fact, when I seen it, had to turn around
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