Lyrics:
like Brek if any might step
I've got the whole game tryna bury my rep
I'm ahead by much more than twenty-nine steps
Still got more than you ain't got any
Hamburger Helper
Nigga you want to take us like desert sketch, I leave you scared
Nigga I got a partna by the name of Chris, that's Redd
People say I got
to thank you for the boogie ride,
Thank you for the A to the bar.
Now I'm on the solid side,
Biggest attraction by far!
I'm just another blues
gon crazy
Imma go crazy
Crazy for these blue strips
No dream nah I'm just livin lucid
Got it now spend a little on a new fit
Cause imma go crazy for
guts
I move so much weight
They say I'm bodybuilding
On Mack with Chi Chi got
Some percs from the building
Runnin' from the blues, fuckin' up the road
with the snap of my fingers this titan's left you for dead *snaps fingers*
Consider this a eulogy
Since you just got buried alive
And just like everyone
Gotta talk that fluently
Divide it up equally we Don't Need the scrutiny
We all grown why you act Like We still in puburity Mad cuz My dreams got Drip
Everybody trap nasty 'round me (facts)
My barber even got some 'bows for sale
Cop somethin'
New strips came out the blues (cash)
New drip, I'll give
highly doubt
And I don't believe these rap niggas
You can front for your fans, but I know it's an act, nigga
Judge a man by his character and not by his
sheets
Like black sheep I've got two words for those who slept
(nya, Nya nya nyoooo respect)
You thought it was safe, well guess what (what?)
Boys then
shit
The fuckery part you say still got love for me
And still again you lie to me
That shot you took family want call for
So you already know ,
And on the other side you've
got Infinite Dreams, Killers, Still Life - Harris and Murray wrote that song, debuted number twelve, got to
number six again! My
Guerrilla monsoon rap all the shorties like "who dat?"
Got the whole crowd like "how ya do dat?"
Nigga you, get smacked 'til ya blue black
And ya
on the floor wit' your lip all busted
You went out like a pussy, fuck the dough you got
'Cuz wit' all that money, nigga, you still can't buy a heart
Only
on the floor wit' your lip all busted
You went out like a pussy, fuck the dough you got
'Cuz wit' all that money, nigga, you still can't buy a heart
Only
like Gary Peyton
Been a up agitated we liberated we free ain't no fucking with me
We got a army now be all you can be I told t dot do em raggedy
Say what you want to say
But, motherfucker, I'm still Flosja, dude
Fake all
Fucking with the boy, get your face cut
Then I ride by with your bitch, she
that canvas look pretty
Soo pretty
Pondered the meaning of life while eat'n on some vittals
Thank you Dell
My homegirl, from Gary, Courtney Franklin,
the hammer like rune king thor
Architect that's what the blue print for
Got my main ting no time for the groupies or w*****
Man's got the drip like its
a supplier
These niggas gon get cut
Like some pliers
I don't which wire
Which one
Which fucking one
Red or blue pill
Chump
And you asking for sauce
You live in
If you live by the gun
You die by the same fate
So no gunplay, pops took toys away
Went over moms house, Cops N Robbers all day
(Righ) went back
and you find some Botox, robots to co-op
But y'all know me, don't stop, I just go off
I stay on point for the heads, this cut's a mohawk, uh
For heads
Red lights in my rearview, it's still true I
Still move shit, this stunna still blue
Imma dope boy in my heart so
I ain't you my momma smoked it too,
my lady laced
Don't be fooled by the baby face
I hope ya not, cause your thighs got me hot
Only one plan, that's to rise to the top
I told you before,
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