Lyrics:
and still you want more
You dont have the common sense to close the damn door
You're a goddamn mess
Its a goddamn test
You failed, an F
And it's all you get
F*cking, her back in
Uh, uh, now she tappin
FaceTime, all you hear is clappin
Delete the sh*t, stop the naggin
Slapped her, cause she kept on snappin
Yap,
No matter what the say about me
They can never doubt me
I'm a say it loudly
A few of yall been hating probably
Tell them stay the F from round me
Its
started takin it off
Took her to the V.I.P., started breakin me off
Said she knew I was a baller by my iced out wrists
I told her "Wait, it don't stop, keep
I'll steal Dr. Dre yacht and sail off
Don't believe me? Watch me, who the fuck gon' stop me?
I know Andre Young wish he left me where he got me
Day
to the poll
She gone show you them panties
Talking down on the South
Niggaz must be absurb
We been rapping hard
But we just getting heard
Plenty years in
and going, Im never gone stop
Get in the booth and I rap, I be flowing, you know Im the best on the south
I will not stop til there's gold in my mouth
Niggas
Pop where the gun get
All wet
See where the sun set
Stop where the funds at
All wet
See where the sun swept away
Pop where the gun get
All wet
See
way out
Life it seems controls you by all means
You gotta fight fight fight for you life and write your own destiny
May the Obstacles of life
Wave Mechanics f-f-f-Fred On Em
Damn, Larro G
I had to hand to hand with the scale
R-r-r-r-r-Riffic
I had to hand to hand with the scale
Doing my
Well, how you doin' bro
What's up man
Chillin', I'm cool
It's hot as hell
I'm thinkin' 'bout takin'
A dip in a pool
F**kin' nice
I'm 'bout to hit
industry dead ass, or is he!
Five minutes and fiftynine seconds gone by
Are you really ready for this lyrical high?
We can shoot without bullets, D F
cracker a day (what? Oh shit)
Girl, well, I heard the bitch was married to Tim
And started fucking with Trina
Well, I heard the bitch got hit by three
cracker a day (what? Oh shit)
Girl, well, I heard the bitch was married to Tim
And started fucking with Trina
Well, I heard the bitch got hit by three
and Stockwell, you're a idiot bruv
Stop talking 'bout Brixton and Stockwell, you dickhead
You got around the point with bare talk
Can't bly me with your
eyes under lokes staying low and alert
Couple guys by my side bound to thurst for the hurt
Chasing everything I want and getting all that I deserve
You
shoot up my head
If I don’t stop then I’ll rock hip-hop in
The spot ’til you guys say stop
I cannot stop loving the music
I do it because these guys hate
but peacefully cause we think that peace is only got
by peaceful methods and that to fight the establishment
with their own weapons is no good,
because
Man I’m so blessed
God by my side, no time to be stressed
So I stay grinding four seasons
Superman, S on my chest
Yeah I’m so blessed
Name is odo,
How they ‘spect me to stop?
I got some Ports in the south
(Pause)
I got some Bands in the south
(Pause)
Yeah yeah
(Pause)
Pretty bitch by my side
Sixto kept on writing through the years, right on through the years, he did
By some mysterious way, no one could explain
What was wrong? Why his songs
hooligans
Represent represent
Trigga Reaper where you coming from,South side
That's right
Get it done
808s by the greatest one
Ask the block they gon tell you
can almost hear my mama pray:
"Oh lord forgive us when we doubt,"
Another sacred Sunday in the south
A ragged rebel flag flies high above it all
can almost hear my mama pray,
"Oh lord forgive us when we doubt,"
Another sacred Sunday in the south
A ragged rebel flag flies high above it all
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