Lyrics:
me
So geeked up , I started flyin',
Just to Get the bullshit out of reach,
Told the hoe, she better off fuckin my partner, Thinking you gon' get some
The long dookie fifth, next to the Town House crackers
Mad noise, 2008, a G a game
I'm Ron O'neal in the love seat, sunk deep
Long nigga bustin' out they
Got you hooked, yea you're no match
Even if you do get away
I can track you down and pull you back
A catch
If two thousand mafia fell short
What makes
to me as if you might be livin' it well
New York to Cali, be in and out of town, body by Bally's
I like the way you flex, I wonder 'bout the sex
What
bands out, pants down, yeah, I'm thuggin'
I done got rich, everybody my cousin
You ain't servin' no packs with me, you ain't my brother
That chopper go
Mafia
Hot Beezle, what's brackin', nigga?
The pussy out of line, the pussy get they head bust (get they head bust)
Ha, you dig?
B-Loc and Bentley,
you if I tell him to
I got me a bachelors and got tired of school
Now I am a bachelor with so many women to choose
I love getting money I make it look
to show you how to get down
Get down by writing rhymes without a paper and pen
I get by dissecting lyrics four A.M. in my bed
So just try, and love me for
you be mine
I get you in my car, drive you to my house
'Cause I'm a mack, I cold turn you out
I wont ask, and I sure won't beg
Reach right over
guard, they scared to hunt me
I love beef, I got you hoes duckin' me
A drug thief, bitch I'll take your marijuana
These slugs with keep your ass away
The national guard, they scared to hunt me
I love beef, I got you hoes duckin' me
A drug thief, bitch I'll take your marijuana
These slugs with keep your ass
overzealous (uh-huh)
Like you want somethin' from Meth, I hope it ain't love, girl
'Cause I ain't got none left for you, plus you miserable
And misery love
nigga show his ass out in public
I got the whole block bumpin
You ain't gotta like it 'cause the hood gone love it
You ain't gotta like it 'cause the hood
when we first met
Didn't know you yet
I was awestruck by you
And now you got me
Sitting in the corner
Wishing you could just reach out
Don't know why
always stand out
I don't take no handouts
But I take you're money bruh
Run up in your gram's house
I hustle till I die with
The rapping with the trapping
Funky!
Ready?
Funky! Funky!
One two, one two
We came here to do the motherfucking do
You and the crew
Got my man Marley Marl in the house
Funky
Ready
Funky, funky
One two, one two
We came here to do the motherfucking do
You and the crew
Got my man Marley Marl in the house
Can't
nigga show his ass out in public
I got the whole block bumpin
You ain't gotta like it 'cause the hood gone love it
You ain't gotta like it 'cause the hood
through the city in a top down coupe, with my seat back
I been getting money dawg, but you lil niggas knew that
She say she love me, she love the money
People Ruin Opportunities By Losing Energetic Movement
(2x)
Swear you don't want that drama, I put that on my mama.
They got a problem on their
heights
Love encounters fake hoes, now we got new types of love
Love that revolves around lust
Where in the end it feels like loving her is something you
push you aside then dagger like Michael
Might give you a shrug, give you a dap but don’t show know love
Don’t fuck with they Skyy, still making it rain,
Racks by The Weeknd, racks by The Dawn
Mafia shit man, I feel like The Don
Making the climb, ain't no time for the fun
Star like a comet, I'm off
I tell ya
So much to rap about
Let it be acapella
I'm just playing Auckland
Hahaha
You know I love that shit
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