Lyrics:
boys, they might shoot back at the red dawgs (oh)
I tell 'em plot plans, strategize, organize (yeah)
Immobilize a secret army and stay unified
How we
enough
And she want my body cause I'm a good fuck, yah
Look 'em up, beat 'em up
Bigger bitch? We don't give a fuck
Lost, try again, lost again, get
on your broom
And get out of my city
My kids won't be groomed" (Uh, uh)
Bunch of beta boys support CRT
Couple screws loose, y'all are retarding
And you vote
can't unlock his cell, tell steve his job got me waiting
I know GOD said it's gon work, this must be early vacation
Cause only GOD can judge right? well
You're fightin' for attention, I've got the riddlin'
I've got the hope, boy, I'm the middle-man
Let me show you my Supply, yeah you need to know 'em
He
isn't it boys?
It's been a while since we left our toys, the poise that becomes a noise
Big D has to call me to meet me,
Instead of coming to my place,
falling asleep with all of my demons
They keep talking to me but I can't tell em shit cause they can't keep a secret
I've been falling asleep with all
(Y'all knowwwww!)
If Ick tell you to give your cash up, move faster!
Or this ratchet gonna' blast ya!
(My flowwwwwww!)
Is like a natural disaster
Bricks
mama
Where does daddy go when he leaves here
Well mama tells her little man your daddy's got a job
And when he goes to work they pay him for his
life on display it was nudity
New to me, lunacy
Took my old name had eulogy musically
Now i go by Dax i Rip tracks like it's gas
Why they call me ass
Cuz
fuck even night time
See all this food it all be mine
(Verse)
I be that nigga on cloud 9 talkin to my self
Just chill I’m all fine by myself
Want
down on the river
Just some old boys a making a lot of noise
Down on the river, down on the river, down on the river
If anyone calls tell them, we're
and she ont even know lol...
My mama tell me I spoil her I be like fuck it tho
That's my job to cash out when we hit the store
That's my job to make sure
the difference in us has allowed you
To do what you want every time I'm around you
It depends on my income
My life been surrounded by the blocks I been from
Trying
flame to the Bar
I'm not one for the games with my heart
I'll make a hoe gold chain turn to tar
If you want to set a record go far
No one can tell you
Open up from within
You just gotta breathe deep and let it in so we tell em
Let it in
Set your soul free
Let it in
Set your soul free
Let it in
Set your
complain bout her job
How the fuck you niggas sheisty? You ain't never had to rob
I just sit back smoke this wood, reminiscing bout my dawgs
I get high smoke
(tell 'em)
I'm sick of y'all fake Timbaland beat bitin', you know what I'm sayin'
I'ma bring it to y'all like this
By all means necessary
You might
bizarre
I know what
Your cravings are
Though I won't be
Your come up
There are no hoes
In my savings jar
I just find it so odd
With unemployment you
Have no
is check your distribution
My songs bump in Houston like Scarface produced 'em
You ain't gotta like me, you just mad
'Cause I tell it how it is,
involved and all that, yeah
I got my education in prison, but I can't go to college
I run with all the older boys, but I don't pay no homage
I can't
tell i ain't got the time
Customize the villa I ain't never compromised
I thought I told u hit my line and imma slide
Pull up to her job told her pull em
Shitted in it...ran from it nigga...fuck, i done did it all
i sold dope, watched fiends crave for rock
watch 'em watchin me put the stash in my sock
you with the ray, tell them bother us
Like tough boy talk going straight on top With your broke ass quit, go and get a job
Pussy who the fuck are you
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