Lyrics:
Last chance y'all even if you can't ball
What part don't you understand? Your wish is my command
And I'm a rock a jam by popular demand
You gone
me, PEARL C. | The Professor
Is not part of the stans
So that you on your short legs can continue to stand
I don't like your attitude
I don't like your
me, PEARL C. | The Professor
Is not part of the stans
So that you on your short legs can continue to stand
I don't like your attitude
I don't like your
And I think we'll blow up like dynamite
Come on girl, get with me, let's see the city
You can stop by, let me see them tig ol' bitties
We can stay in
Rest in peace to my mothafucka biggie smalls
That's right boy, it's goin' on
Right here, thug life
God bless the dead
God bless the dead
Say thug
Them niggas at war across town
Sad part about it, them niggas used to be on the same corner, same block
Now they beefing
Boosie Badazz
to a
Hell raising heavenly son
See the doctor tried to smack me
But I smacked him back
My first words was, "Thug
For life" and "Papa, pass the MAC"
I'm
song with Yo Gotti
Then that shit dropped
And I was the God, drownin in money
But nobody cared about the process
Way before I was sunny
I knew since day
the fame
Bitch you a lame, stay in yo lane
Or get rant over the wheels insane
The truck is cyber, my thugs get hyper
This shit is a laser ain't leaving
dese b****ez showing Ti**is
Real Mob Ties
I got the OG and the Gottis (Gang)
Wit me
Tryna be a Young Thug
That'll get F***ed up (Bow)
I'm Trippie
street
Bow tie Gotti finna hit a meet and greet
Yeah I'm going to the top
But I started off out beneath
You ain't invest in my grind
Bitch I need
you got to get up
Thug niggas drug dealers
Yeah they giving it up lowlife, yo life
Boy we living it up
Taking chances while we dancing
In the party for
quicker then punts
Im sick of you punks
Cock it back now Im upset
Yo' niggas next
Im blowing smoke outta ya chest when it connect
Creepin like insects
I got a boyfriend now
C'mon, uh, uh, uh, yo, yo
Gotta man that I think I'm gon' love forever
And forever, we'll be together (c'mon)
No matter
relate to that
If you sell coke or crack I relate to that
When its yo' turn to blow there ain't no turning back
It seem like in anotha lifetime I used
in yo wok
Baby your wok I, might be a tox
Baby know ain't work, no doc's healing you
I been too coked
I tend to too focused when I'm in trance
Don't
I'm still in love
Yes, I'm still in love with you (yo)
But a man gotta do what a man gotta do, girl
Hey
Ah true me give her thug love and say,
I'm still in love
Yes, I'm still in love with you (yo)
But a man gotta do what a man gotta do, girl
Hey
Ah true me give her thug love and say,
the angels
The scorpion tongue
Come close I'ma sting you, I'm Morpheus' son
Part two to The Matrix, I'm atheist
Only God is my gauges and the clip is my church
to the trap (you should be proud of me)
This my letter to the trap
I know time flies by
I ain't shit in your eyes
I been fuckin' with this rap game, I
Whole lotta pussys mistaking their meows for barks
Nothing but nonchalant bitches playing the part
Her and her man trynna set me up after dark
But
school shit from junior high
One, two, three, four
Jersey's finest in the house, punchlines and metaphors
Make your foul ice grill, thug grimy on the real
shit from junior high (heyyy!)
[all] one, two, three, four
[rah] jersey's finest in the house, punchlines and metaphors
Make your foul ice grill, thug
I got a headache this big
Word up, word up, word up
It's kinda hot in here
Haha (word up) Brick City (word up)
Funk Doc (word up) Scarface, yo yo
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