Lyrics:
with chicks in Burberry paddings
Fake Manolo boots straight from Steve Madden (u-uh)
He padded hisself the rap J.F.K., you wanna pass for my Jaqueline
the Outlawz
Bad Azz representin' the L.B.C. Crew
What you wanna do?
You know how we do it
Time goes by
? puffin on lye
Hopin that it get me high
Got
to a brother no more)
People, I'm in love with you
(Fool talkin' about 'what's up', fool don't know me man)
Yes I'm in love with you
(I put one in him! Hey, yo,
in double digits
And when I spit you the game to go the distance you just never listen real shit
Surrounding myself with some niggas I can build with
alright, baby
(Are you still down for me now?)
'Cause it?s there in your eyes, yeah
(Are you still down for me?)
I can see that you want me
(Are you
If I call you my brother
You know what's up with me
Don't you ever fold
Don't switch up on me
Give me loyalty
I don't need love
If I call you my
all got the power to do it
Spread-in the sound so the kids with the movement
We raise em up now for the future improvement
By now we know times
to the low-life sport
Young bucks nowadays,
Even kids my own age,
Making front page
By getting locked in the cage
Pumping, self-destruction
And self-reduction
got the rona”, yeah they love it when I show up,
I got my brothers with me, you know I ain’t talkin’ Jonas,
They see us when we roll up and they talkin’
ain't even through yet
Do it like a true vet, love it how I threw it to ya
In and out make it good to ya, remember me?
I love fuckin' slow with
doing donuts, in the SRT nigga I go nuts
Like Jonas, bitch imma stay with my brothers
We pressing up on him that boy getting smothered
I know she still
fickle
I'm tickled how sometimes labels trick you
I'm not the first artist that died that's still with you
The industry was ruined by humans and their
not thinking about you
But I wanna let you know that you're always on my mind
And that I love you
I sit alone shedding tears in the dark
Emotions
(showing love)
You see these fuck niggas envy us (fuck niggas)
Now they tryna hang with us (ah ah)
I’m going crazy with my Haitians (with my Haitians)
Got
come in black bins or spreading ashes at the temple cuz your rap and style is simple push the treble raise the tempo
Death by instrumental instrumental
Jonas do a play for a band
Smoking dope Gott 8th in my rib
Penthouse by god where I live
At night I could see all 3 bridge
Catching matta think im in love
was the 6 man
Brothers with the sticks man
Brothers from another but you know we is the sick fam
I ain’t need no fuckin virus fuckin up my flips man
and all your flaws, can't be judgmental (yeah)
Playing like melodies in my head, sound like a instrumental (okay)
I'ma tell you how I feel, just promise
of that dust
Money got a little dust on it
Blunt got a little tuss' on it
Fell in love with that white girl
At first I had a little crush on it
Dope coming
The socks you don't like
And I'm rollin', rollin', rollin'
Rollin'
With my brothers like it's Jonas, Jonas
Drinkin' Henny and I'm tryna forget
But I can't get
Trendsetter, landowner
Hope your bitch don't land on him
Drink in his hand with the sand on him
You small time, you Hyundai's
You couch niggas, we stand
I pray for mercy
Lodo awon big brother mi ko o
V-i-c-k-y velly
Skr
Yahh
Boy six
E-e-f-a
Too much pains in these veins niggas
I pray for mercy
Luv and my nigga Young Lay
Spit that shit
Cuddies perved by the corner, stout, herb
Got me twisted, mo' cold killin murders
Them brothers gettin'
this ain't the squash beef state
You thinkin' make up, we thinkin' Lark Voorhies face
The twin Eagle'll air his coupe, might as well ride by in
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