Lyrics:
(Baby, baby, Baby, baby)
I can tell by way you walk
You give it all away
By the sweet way that you talk, yes you do
You got long legs, a black girl sway
still got the block jumpin
Shawn Marion i said a hater disrespect me
Then I'm airin em
He don't dig me where I from we just bury em
We count money, fuck
Yeah, I got the range of a
From nine hundred yards by the
Grass I been walkin'
See, so don't think I don't
See you dudes creepin' reaching for my spot
Grind don't stop for nobody
Nothin' or nobody
Freebirdz
You know it
Yeah, yeah
Every grind got a cost
I'm just tryna cover my tab
Dreams about
You a fraud bitch
I see you arguing with chicks
You do it often
I guess you wanna be a queen
Come out the closet
Yellow tape, yellow tape (Yellow tape
peeped from the jump, I knew you was a bitch (you)
Gloves on his hand, he ain't leavin' a print
Free all my hitters, I need 'em out quick (free 'em)
on top of that break beat
The beat breaks while I drink a red stripe to get my head right
Maybe put some life into this dead mic
You fuckers got nerve,
clothes come out smelling of grease
I got my back to the rail at the end of the alley by the by-pass
You might just see me scratching all these things
Can you remember the rain
Can you remember the rain
You left me for somebody else
Now I must face life by myself
You broke so many rules in school
I
you?
You got some issues Stan, I think you need some counseling
To help your ass from bouncing off the walls when you get down some
And what's this shit
you throw in bars
I run the gambit like I'm throwing cards
From popular mechanics to overdosing hearts
Paint cold pictures like nova scotia
God for the grace
When I pray anytime I pray
I thank God for the rain on me
On me rain on me
I can see it from the skies it's falling
Pouring, right
I'm at I'm inna trap
I'm with Dinero he got the strap
You know what I'm bout
As soon as I open my mouth
That murder she wrote gon' come out
I'm straight
that's my lunch
Ru-ru-run your motherfuckin' pockets when I come
It's an honor to be robbed by Denise's only son
Yeah, give a ready baby boy, beta
'm a Kami Kaze soldier
I die for my shit
So while I'm on my way to the T-O-P
You haters and fakers ain't got
Shit to say to me cause
We felt the pain from
Puna boy anthem
Baby this one for my fallen Soldiers
Came from the eight oh eight
Girl I thought I told you
Ooo woo ooo
Its P-U-N-A, when we in CA
If
think that killing's living real
Shorty's is getting wetted, fulfilling their fantasies to set it
We don't sweat it, by the fifth you get beheaded
I
getting wetted, fulfilling their fantasies to set it
We don't sweat it, by the fifth you get beheaded
I pivot through my borough givin' pounds
own number one
Barely begun now I just do it for fun
Singing from the top of my lung
Look for mistakes you will find a ton
Everyone human nobody got
Def done it
Who the ultimate? Yo my man speak upon it
Aiyyo I stop fools and drop jewels but never run it
Rock mics so nice I make you stock price
home
Flower I hope you are doing well
I wish for the rain and the sunshine from the heavens
To keep you standing tall
Girl, don't you run, don't you run, don't you run from me
Cause I wanna get you wetter than ever come feel the rain like rain, rain, rain
I wanna go
the fucking toilet when you're takin' a pee
Here comes the rain and thunder now
Nowhere to run, to run to now
I disappeared, don't wonder how
Lookin' for
the fucking toilet when you're takin' a pee
Here comes the rain and thunder now
Nowhere to run, to run to now
I disappeared, don't wonder how
Lookin' for
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