Lyrics:
Flex flex checks
In the lex with a vest
Shawty stressed
Cause I’m richer
Got some figures
Hundred dollars yeah
That's petty income
Pretty welcome
reminiscing on the old days
I still take the book with a low spade
So what you tryna do
Everything good as long as I'm with you
I was in survival mode, now
When you leave out the house make sure you prepared
If you walk with a stick got to be ready to blow
Your life or it's his nigga you can't be scared
me over here lighting cancer sticks
Hazardous
I need to figure our where my standards is when Life's a bitch
When I'm up late at night
I got so much
Bring my ribs and 'yak
They don’t ask no questions
They don’t need my name
It’s that 8 figure n****
With that figure 8 frame (same)
Listen to hexes
or three days later
My styles more dangerous than wrestling alligators
In shark infested water by yourself late at night
So if you’re having second thoughts
nigga slain call me insinamal criminal
idividual hit em with a pole so low under investigation
by haters that wake mo show for the iggana im iggatra
iveme
You make me laugh, oooh, make me laugh, you make me laugh Sticks and stones may
Break my bones your words will never hurt me. Make me laugh.
Several months that he has
Emerged as something else, a public figure
On the national stage though it
Seems cynical to say so
This can partially be
Ayo check this out son
This is my man Nas Escobar
And I go by the name of Cormega you know
(you gonna get your self murdered)
Yo check this out
Moon and the motion
Take me up over the deep end
Shufflin' forward, the edge of good reason
Boulders and rocks by my soles and I'm
Floatin' down
Floatin'
on the corner
Slinging with a crackhead, kept me bringing
[????] to the building, a bunch of bitches screaming
I figure we could get the goods, kill the nigga
I’m tryna figure what this is all about
I’m tryna figure how to make it count
Listen, I’m just trying to find the meaning
And find something
need you to figure me out, figure me out, figure me out
Well defined just by asking for, curly fries not the regular
I know I'm strange but it really
sick Niggas
Same lady buried by the six killers
Build my body no more stick figure
He thought he had a bitch man that girl I sent hera
She do what I say
A motherfucking superstar so call me by my name
If you ever talking out of it, remember where you stay
It ain't far from niggas I know could spark up any flame
Set
ain't even seen you pretending lil bitch
Not a public figure that gone make me differ
From my opinion nigga I keep a blade and a stick
Thinking there's
bad, bad boy (yeah)
You make me feel so good (bad boy)
You know you make me feel so good (yeah)
You know you make me feel so good (that's what we do)
to figure out this trap shit
Or maybe even robbery
And hopin' it don't end in a body
We gon' change the world for real, so now we stick to this plan
Only
mindset (yo)
Let's go, be free
Soon as they let me eat, knew the streets was my expertise (uh-huh)
I kept discreet contacts with my connect, so they
loves me
When you lost a good friend, dreams seem to end
Cause broken hearts and men don't blend
So I'm not here to stick every chick I can pick
You
Yeah this one goes out to all the ladies in the house
I need two to stand by me when the chips are down and
Stick around while I defend my
bad, bad boy (yeah)
You make me feel so good (bad boy)
You know you make me feel so good (yeah)
You know you make me feel so good (that's what we do)
some knowledge
So I always wanted more
I'm finding all the goals and I stick to what I chose
Ten toes and you know how it goes
Cannot be tripping over
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