Lyrics:
Come put to the test
Oh you still run for the set
Let's talk who's trump of the west
We some frauds? Are you stuck in the head
Even if I be bunking
to change
Wake up every morning see another brother killed or slained
Fuck clocking in I'm tired of feeling all this fucking pain
Modern day slaves
& some
to keep the D up inside 'em now
So many girls off up in the mall boy a nigga be in the club (oh!)
Soon as one of them walk by me and I be like, "Yo whats
that I fuck with you, oh
You don't know
What you do to me lately
Wanna roll one up for ya
Want you to come to the back of the club
Show some love
night
Gonna catch some club vibes
When I got you by my side
There aint nothing we can't do
I just wanna take some shots with you
I just wanna rock
(We got Xander)
Yeah
(Yo Nick Papz, make it slap)
I'm not the leader but follow the lead
Poppin' some shit that's out of your league
Shawty
money's coming to me
I'm not equal by definition
Most of those niggas try keeping distance
Reaching the top like a fucking missile
Imma use my words ya
and now moneys comin to us all
* We kickin it wit Strange wollowin fame
Givin the game only when I say so
So crack some bud wit me, demons get some love
and
Raising them by themselves
These niggas is all in jail
The streets are on some tweet shit
Kicking up they feeds
Kids got nothing to eat shit
These bitches
HIG, bro, you from Houston, you need to do some H-Town shit
Cool, I told Byrd, put Beyonce on the sample
And don't get no more H-Town than this
Lit,
drinking club you will find Tech N9ne
Trying to tell her truly get nudey yes
I even do L-words in their fruity bizutti
Like to drink it and yell slurs
Baby I can picture you in bed with myself
So sip some more champange (champange)
And listen to my campaign
I don't think that you should be alone by
featuring Big Tymers, Hot Boys
{Juvenile}
How you love this playboy? This one here bezzled out.
With the Hot Boys and the Tear da
bitch
You leave your kids with your mama 'cause your headin' for the club
In a skin tight miniskirt looking for some love
Got them legs wide open
White people got you believing just 'cause I'm tellin' a nigga
To stop getting his head kicked in by the police
To take the gun he would use to shoot
side it's mad savage
They always tell me it's hardest
To break your bad habit's
Oh shit, I got some damn bad habit's
Whiskey and pills
I got my
What was I supposed to do?
Out here by myself
No Friends, No Crew
Kinda hard to know the truth
Kinda new on the block
So what’s the use?
Some said I
I stuck it in
I wouldn't have been such a prick to you
Fucking men, you say you don't trust 'em
Why do I hear the sound of toilets flushin'?
Some
Gabbana
I can put you in some Gucci
Maybe Fendi, Prada I can put you in some Louis
Maybe yeen ain't focused on appearance and the beauty
Observant
On the autobahn...
Everything that I put
In my mind
Done came to life...
1 Year with my son...
My youngin growing nice
Done with apartments
Need a crib by the water
do’s or by your windows like Dos
No doze from dos when dosed with those go ghost at most
Yo coast to coast I toast and roast with notes from the wisest
the street that equal death
I'm just trying to reach your heart see
I done put some things to rest
Man you ain't even by yourself and
Gotta wait to get your
hula hoop? I'ma jump on like this
See the junk in the trunk? I had to bag her right quick
Feel like magic, all together, all together by six
Oh my
'bout?
Coordinate the tan with the beans in my Rockstar skinnies
I'ma need some more, need some more, if I really wanna feel it
Yeah, yeah, yeah,
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