Lyrics:
down to yo girlfriend
She ready to ride like a tat show
Scoop her up like Basket Roberts then get
Her weded in a drive by
I don’t sleep with her
She
Lady crazy, I tease her by going slow mo
R&B singer, fucking like a pro, pro
Nowadays I don't really care about myself
I don't care what people say, I'm
Whoa oh I
Should be famous by now
Running away from the doubt
Follow trends & chase clout
All around, gather round
I'm introducing my sound
My city
hoe
Red and gold diamonds, connect four four
Slow-mo
My feelings deep
Without you I feel incomplete
Regretted that shit instantly
I hate you more than
the broads and they ass out
You thought you were the only one naww playa
You thought you were the only one naww playa
Now I apply pressure, yessuh
Gold on my
ignorin' the medicinal herbals
So we in your ass like you was Richard Gere or we was gerbils
You get stepped on like crack vials by ghetto children, plus
hold you down
Bun B da ima man amongst men my chain is white gold my steel is Tungsten
I'm made of tough skin you gon' respect me
(hold up) take mo
an Legit wit the be,
Niggaz know fuck tha cuttie wit the triple gold beam.
(*B-Leigt*)
Niggaz from the Bay be so damn vicious,
Fly to Atlanta fuck
Millzbury Doughboy
Silence on the nine but the chopper make mo' noise
But if the b**** scream, I'm a pop her, no noise
Bank account top solid, Truck nice
Youngblood in bed with Drugs and violence
Sleep is the cousin of death and she don't know nobody
My bitch don't love me no mo
Don't wanna talk about it
If I'm
they on me bae
Yo it's solid gold it ain't no gold plated
All you niggas whack you niggas out dated
Yeah yeah
All these niggas hating but they still
the finest of things...
Surrounded by Queens and Kings
Yeah it's Royalty
We living off loyalty
We stick to the code
Guns and gold
Yeah this is Royalty
We
the bitch
Years passed by
Now you stuck with that bitch
Ya fighting mo' and mo' now you
Fed up with the bitch
But you knew that was a ho when
You hooked up
cause I wear gold fronts
If honey wants to flam it's no thing to me at all
Alamo and Stud Doogie, it's time to have a ball
I'm a go-getter, and I'm out
When five-oh roll, they say what's the M.O
Another rapper was hit, by Mister Slow Flow
Cause on my second return, I had to come correct
Takin nuttin but
Fuck one I want it by the bundle
Ain't a migo but I'm talking huncho
Got them horses fuck a bronco
Stackin them m's for a condo
Engine foreign yea
niggas that's terrifying
Came from nothing my nigga we still fighting
Imma get to the top with my head held high
If the bro' get caught up by the fed's
conversation
Stargazing while I'm contemplating
Smoking presidential, congratulations, inauguration
Frozen by your fragrance
Perplexed by your patience
Late
Luigi
Cpt we booling but I'm straight up outta PG
G12 we moving got to fill up by the BP
Vele retswa gole ye re gotse mo lififi can't see me
Snake me we
How you feelin Pesh?
Feelin like a million checks
White buffs chilly neck
Got me feelin really blessed
How you feelin g? Shit I need some mo
Fuck it
west
Strictly top shelf going right while others go left
Hustle don't ask for help doing everything all by myself
It's tab I got mo rhymes than rocks
I feel like I'm a problem for you niggas
No cap
Wasshannin, Wasshannin
Let's go
6 by 4 you can see me tipping
4 o's ona mind or the hip
Why try and I
I'm mad as fuck, I can't come back after o.z.
The nigga that hit was intended to get
Was gettin told on (told on) by my homie on the mo phone
Brand new shit
Brand new moves
Brand new shit
Same old click
This my squad keep it solid
We don't do the nonsense
Don't do the gossip
What's that oh
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