Lyrics:
an M.C. rapper and nothin' else
I keep rhymin' and I do it by myself
Could you be like me? I rap my none stop rhymes
You will never hear pause when I say
gettin high way too many times
Free the guys we been doing bids way too many times
Apologized but she heard them lies way too many times
Could've left she
Living like kings pass me the crown
Hang with the wolves hell hounds
Get lit at the party it just gettin' started
We got this bitch jumpin cause my
the clouds
Diggin’ the ground
Diggin’ the beings to create fire
Gettin’ the love
Gettin’ the hate
Gettin’ the creds from the stranger
Gettin’ the feel
Gettin
to the guap I'm yawnin' yea
Let's get this shit going
Gettin' cash, that's all that I'm doing
Big 4 finna show out
I ain't baking I'm bringing the dough out
She
missin'
I brought her by Will.i.am, but she kept callin' him William
Only God can judge me, case closed
I got more hoes than Drake shows
I got this shit
Now, I got to know
Now, do you have any obscenity laws in this part of town?
That's good, 'cause I feel like gettin' dirty tonight here
I'm tired
gettin' busy down in N-O
Gangsta's, get respect from me
And all you other niggaz gettin' checked by me
That's on the C, DPG will never break up
There's
We keep sticks and we keep drums, they know we rock out
I'm with a bop that give me guap, I'm gettin' topped down
Bitch, I keep spankin' till it
need a chick that ryde or die, pullin' the 5|Gettin' high with the Gucci frames over her eyes|Sweet to the tail, still won't fuck in the Benz|cause she
That bitch gone give me some top
How much she takin', she takin' a lot
You sendin' bullets but how many shots
I'm in New York, so I milly rock
You know
Niggas ain't slick, bitch I always peep it
Gotta wave the thot bye cause she geekin'
Lil nigga I'm high like a greeting
I can't feel my face nigga
Like and I'll show you
How to turn a four door into a coupe
Gettin' all mad at me cause
Your girl gettin' loose
Yeah, it ain't no hype, I live that life
I say
Gettin to the money that's all we know
Middle of the drought tryin to move that snow
Get that flip that stack that dough
Side hit that bitch
Adele (Ooh)
No stylist, since a kid been gettin' dressed by myself (yeah)
Before she sucked me off, she asked me where I got my belt
We in your city,
shine you shine shine
If I shine you shine shine
Everybody we 'gon party like rock stars
Then we ball till we fall like all stars
It's OK we can stay
John Doe
Gettin money bands up is all that I know
New bitch, new whip Ima rock those
Double flip off a brick like the copo
Buckle up off a bitch, she
her I can't chill with you
This a four door, I never coupe
I'm gettin' orders runnin' through
I graduated gave back the suit
She on me, I gave her
a bunch of boys trying to catch the eyes
Of all the pretty girls that are walking by
And those red neck margaritas are two for one at that old marina,
bitch ain't nothin' but a freak ho (damn)
When she seen me she fell out like she had a heat stroke, got back up, gave me deepthroat
Nigga, why you
(I did)
You know you gettin' money when your
Car came with a sofa
Ain't gotta run no gang, that
Bitch know me, boy, she goin'
(She goin') ain't gotta
Shot a russian K, she gettin finger fucked today
Now we getting to them racks we fuckin bitches over age
(Now we getting to them racks we fuckin bitches
Ain't nothin' like a milf, as she age gettin' hotter
Get her to open up, show you every trick life taught her
No unnecessary BS, good convo and got
How come a nigga ain't enter his prime?
Still gettin' better after all this time
These niggas say that they killers, they lyin'
Only thing I see
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