Lyrics:
on my P Diddy
Plug ain't master up the load, I told him remix me
I ain't catch 'em all yet, still got some dreams in me
Plus I got a three in me and I
praying for you
Hoping that you're still around
Need you here to hold me down
It's 3am and I'm still thinking of you
Up all night and I'm still praying for
The mall or makeda's
It could be either
Any spot getting mopped with a heater
Stake by the house like they waiting to greet you
Bullets are cordial they're
a three of the Tris'
And a 30 to sniff i'm higher up
Don't leave me 'round the switch
I'm fired up
Don't leave me 'round your bitch
Got lined up, nigga got
the block dump it then spin it back around
Something like a remix we eating bitch I been chowing down
Cause I been feeling juiced up
(Repping 9-7-3
You already know who it be)
Cause I been feeling juiced up
How I'm coming isn't different, this right here
around and throw Aladdin on the remix
You can never score a point against my defense (no)
For many years, my mind been going off the deep end
Uh, like
Productions
317 by
Myself
I put my
Niggas on
So i can
Multiple the
Wealth
But i can
Never help
Nobody who
Cant even
Help
Themselves
3 seventeen
In da trap
Come come to me (To me)
Come come to me we still young (To me)
I still waiting but not for long (Not for long)
Should I move on or make more songs
hood dogs sing songs of rejection and pain
If we get sunshine, it's followed up by rain
Like to lay your jig down and get a blessing of brains
My
Mercy remix
I feel like praising God in my whole life even when it's bad times He's still good.
I feel like jumping
Remix,
We gotta lotta money,
Come on we didn't have to hurt em' like
Dis 50, well anyway, g-unit!
I got money in the bank (yea)
Shawty what
spin again
Used to deliver them Ps in a rental van
Always got sticks on us, we movin' militants
K sub the jeans you can tell by the flag
I remix
A natural fact:
That I pimp tracks and freak around
The game got cracks in them pipes
It's leakin' town
My lines blow yo' mind
Yo' senses
nine bodies, I'm a big boy stepper, ain't nobody better
My daddy name David, not Banner
By Monday, I'm changin' my schedule
She ridin' my dick
the game you better ask somebody
I got pimp blood which is pumped by the beat
I drop this funk which is bumped by the streets
I been around the hood three
forget, don't you forget)
'Cause what you give is what you get, yeah
(What you give is what you get)
This is why I'm still standing
Yeah x6
x3
'Cause I
on the stage like me
The first beats she makes will be 'Snowman Remix'
She can make beats like me
And when I play 'Stormy Weather' she gets mad
Put
[scratched]
"Get off the mic and get off the coke!"
"On the count of three"
"1...2..."
"one for the cuervo, two for line"
"Get off the mic and get
mine
Doing alright Still getting by
Baked potato with butter chives and chicken thighs
No hooks on the end of this fishing line
God damn
Fucked in
over
The DJ booth to tell him that he should
"Just play every Van She Tech remix"
I picked up the work in front
Of the nomad world pub
At around
Repping twenty three but the extra three is what's important,
Twenty six on the sticks, haven't been stopped yet
Might spit in the remix, but that ain't
three cars on highways
A lot of times in people's hen houses, I been hit and run down
Run over and walked on knocked around, I'm just sittin' here
Now
Yeah
Nicky Jam
Spanish remix
Yeah
Yo shy guy, Yo Jaden, uh
Wouh! Hahaha
Yeah, hit it!
Woo!
Nicky con el flow terrible
Nadie a mí me para,
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