Lyrics:
believe this shit
Second week in June, second night in Cancun
Pop Cris' by the full moon and the stars is bright
Pray to God that I catch me a slide
don't joke, my right wrist been looking for smoke
Check the pin and you know what we boast
I'm on 10, like burnt toast
I'm at the part of my story,
I don't want to push you now and I don't want to rush
We're getting closer every second but close is not enough
The night'll be our cover and we'll
won't hurt to check me out in live action
Step in, watch Mike Smooth spin
For ladies and men doors open at 10:00
P.M., so push your Benz or your BM
as we thrive
You gotta push, push it, push it
Right past the limit
'Cuz if you don't
You end living off the government
And then the rich folk who gallop
Cause you've had a
Relatively short career this is
The second album
And hopefully we can ten more of
These but do you have
Any regrets in this short time
the flow
Penny Arcade, where the first one's free
The second one costs but the third one's cheap
Rewind a little, I'm taking it back
To the drop in this
on the line
This tight rope is the vine that wraps around my neck
Six seconds, it's RIP
And I feel like I can't get by
Just following these lines
And I can't
Use To It lyrics
(HOOK)
Fuckin On His Bitch
I dun got use to it (3X)
Sloppy wit the drip
I dun got use to it (3X)
Stay countin Up
I dun got use
kill him
She having them dreams them blasting me
While I'm just dreaming of them cashing me
Instant
In them 10 and a half's they could see I was
mistake it for softness
But I ain't no silly sappy singin softy
When push comes to shove, ya better back up off me
Cause I am 6'2 and I ain't no little
Trash talk
Harm me with harmony.
Doomsday, drop a load on 'em.
Entropy, how can I explain it? I'll take it frame by frame it,
To have you all
anywhere
When this song drop, you gon see 2CNF everywhere
Feeling alive
Feeling alive
Tryna get by
Tryna live life
They don't know why
Head to the sky
got her ass in my face
She yo girl but I got her by the waist
Feelin' up on it
Bet she feel a 9 in a second
Maybe 10 how she grindin' up on it
Shit I'm
running like a skit, boy
I'll push you on my skit, boy
On my wrist is a brick, boy
Coke empire, brick by brick, boy
Coke Boys off the rip, boy
Oh me, oh my
employee
Been in the game ten years
And he still ain't rich
Even his momma upset that he still ain't shit
But he keep runnin his yap like
I'm a take all that
Man Style Omega
Hot like pepper
Unique crepa
Real trend setter
Star mode mek yah
Start act better
Mi no push war
But we swing di beretta
Ten bikes
my brother it's not you (It's not you)
You don't kill shit, nobody arrests you
All my moves are calculated
Yours is trending regulated
I'm a ten out
Ooh oh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ooh oh, yeah, yeah, yeah
You can't stop it, block it when I drop it
Anytime I go rhyme for rhyme on a topic
You ain't even
mingling with us
Any animosity now it's time to hush
Feel the fuckin' rush
[Chorus: Repeat x2]
Say what if you feelin' it (say what, say what)
I know
ain't stuntin by mistake
V10 bitch you ain't even got a V8
Shoulda had that but you went and bought a drink
Put a penny in a jar Cause I swear you
this,
Mack 10 got that bomb beat drop it like this
Disrespect, get checked,
Snatch you up by your neck,
Young money tryin'a be the man too quick,
Baby x2
I hope
I hope to have you by my side
And out
I have to have you by my right
Never left
I hope to have you by my side
I hope to have you
a good nigga, even though I'm able to flip
You pay 30 for the 'Kiss (uh-huh) a hundred for The LOX (yeah)
And if we cool, then I write a hook for a drop
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