Lyrics:
strong, it lift weights like Hercules
Fat boy, when I eat, they clap Hercules
I'ma get it right a certain time, don't give up on me
Motherfucker switched
with Wintr she know he the one
You niggas ain't on shit I walk with ton
You niggas be hoes and I walk with a gun
I got a chop for your body
She wanna
turned out fine fr
When I need some love I hold my glock
Damn I use to steal
Shoutout to the freezy lady
She use to throw ya boy the deals
I heard he
the white boy like my name is Steven Nash
I got some super meat, look like a gun
I eat the pussy for fun
Ain't no Sha'Carri, you better not run
Ain't no
M-O-T-I-V-A-T-IM-O-N
I'm coastin', slow motion
Windows open it's like a broke wind
Passing gas I'm smoking
Choking as I hold in
No new niggas no more friends
No headache
"Baby everytime I blink
Shorty everytime I think
Felt like a sore loser I ain't have my missin link
Boy's say put a fork in it like a kitchen sink
U
I, I got two Glocks and they both nines
Do they love me or love me not? I'm gettin' mixed signs
(Great John on the beat, by the way)
Look
I
Balmain was python (python)
A Chi-Town shooter, he a Vice Lord
Why God had to make me so nice for? (Ah)
I'm at the Luxor, the coke on the cut board
she's a freak
But to tell you the truth, man her ask weren't that soft
But you know I like them nice and firm
Yeah, ride it girl, baby, twerk that ass
(RJ on the beat) judging by my wrist (wrist)
I couldn't tell you the time
'Cause to a bitch I'm Ned Flanders, Psycho Bob in disguise
'Cause if you
No need for gun fire
Bitch I'm fire
Another rhyme and somebody dies
It's becoming so Common I ain't from the Chi
So cut to the chase get cho body
she started get naughty
I'm taking your bitch just like my n**** Carti
And she fell in love with the ice
She say I be dressing so nice
I play with these
their prey
It’s not nice to say
They'll flood her in blood like MK Deception
You’ll get your spouse's skin samples
At the hotel's reception
They see it
found, a nice little wonder bra
She must be young, 'cause I barely get on her rum
Next we turn the hips
So I can keep on rubbin' 'em
Broke a hole in
I'm dishin' out some shots from the doctor's gun
Got me trapped in this world under this moon and sun
Shit ain't fun or funny, fuck a smile, it's
Bitches be takin pictures with the get'em'hoe cameras
By this time a lot of niggaz got enter
Throw my shit 'cross to the pit boss Montana
Comin out cause
Ok
Now they say home is where the hate is
Pulling up, “Hi, haters!”
I know, I’ve been on a hiatus
Caught up in the lights I've been blinded by
They look at us like we a couple Boyz N Da Hood
Four Brothers till the end like them boys in The Wood
So I light it up, for them Friday night lights
oh-k-l-Y-n
And if I wasn't, nigga, then why would I say I am?
I'm from the (slums) with the (bums) and the (rats) and the (guns)
Where the drugs get slung,
and I only kick the flavor for my fellow ghetto dwellers
No rock'n'roll, it's just soul
Ain't nuttin changed, I still like to hit the hole
with my
camper
L-A-M to the E, fuck the police
Bangin' inside the Chevy Caprice
N.W.A, I'm from the trap
Not from a little house on the prairie, yeah
Mama
the music he wrote, it was so true
Who could raise me, after I been amazed by Dre
And N.W.A., and you couldn't pay me
To back the staff for free, I will
Bread Gang got the shit by the loaf (Boyz)
Nothin' but real niggas, couple hittas and dope boys in this loop (them Loafs)
Pull up, SF90 coupe, I'm
Yeah baby boy
In the place (for you and yours) to be
Da uh da uh, we got the uh ya'll
We bout to rock ya'll, we got the uh baby
Yo yo yo check it
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