Lyrics:
bitch
But it's Tunechi bitch and right now
I'm here checkin' in for
The mothafuckin' appreciation
Who the fuck is Stevie J?
If you don't know by
Now, you
VS roof stars lightin' up the lamb bitch
Six speed got her always quick to choose switch
Backend's smokin' pressure out the grape pack
Got a wide
niggas should know that by now (Brrr dab)
I'm tryna sell you the swag, you lil niggas should order it now
Smokin' a pound of gas now, keep it goin',
Why you run away from me, just stay with me
Why you run away from me, just stay with me
Bae I only wanna stay by you, I don't wanna runaway that's
Uh, dear Mr. President
Whats happenin'?
I'm writin' you because, shit is still real fucked up in my neighborhood
Pretty much the same way, right
forever), yeah
Forever by my side, I thought (That's what I thought, I was just thinking), I thought (I was wrong)
I keep smokin' back to back and it got my
hopeless, I can't cope
Me and the homies smokin' roaches, 'cause we broke
Late night hangin' out 'til the sunrise gettin' high
Watchin' the cops roll by
fucked ya baby momma
Knocked a baby out her
Got the latest model in my bed with ‘jamas
Making her way to my shower, oh!
She ain’t have ta graduate from
Baby gotta eat (gotta eat)
Yeah (yeah)
Off the top (off the top)
Slick patna (slick patna)
Know about it (know about it)
Jump back (jump back)
Get me amazed at how these bitches
Havin' babies by niggas
With no pot to piss in
Or no money to give her
What the fuck?
Why you hoes want
We stay doing that fly shit, you gettin high just to get by
The bitches going up with us, they get around y'all n start acting shy
I beat it up, she
lean
Smokin' swishas, stackin' hunnits to the ceilin'
We still winnin'
We just fightin' to survive
It's a shame I gotta ride with this nina on my side
big toys
She know I get it
In these KC streets
I gotta move the bag baby
I ain't worried bout nobody else
Man it is what it is
And I did it all by
baby come chill, Damn she know that she need a real man
He used to get racks shit I still am
Told lil' baby come chill, Damn she know that she need
the air but still she sexy when she shake her body
That type of chick that says hey girl, let's go to the after party
After that we go to my room for
of my reach
I still want you here with me
Baby please
I still want you here with me
I still want you here with me
Baby please
I still want you here with
"Spaced Age for Eva"
Po-ppa never went and jumped the broom, never got that one degree
But if you looked down from heaven, you'd still be proud of me
to my hideout, cause I'm smokin' that spinach
and stayin' strong to the finish and then I ride out
See you on the freeway, sorry baby
But I gotta
to my hideout, cause I'm smokin' that spinach
and stayin' strong to the finish and then I ride out
See you on the freeway, sorry baby
But I gotta
Islands
The big Bad Ass in this motherfucker, see y'all niggaz know the half
Still representin the O, homey the Eastside, nigga 100th Ave.
things that I want to hear
So I hit you on another day, another year maybe
I still want to see you baby
I know I told a few lies, you want to be my
Uh dear Mr. President what's happenin'? I'm writin' you because
Shit is still real fucked up in my neighborhood
Pretty much the same way, right
supposed to
My homies call me on my mobile wanna hang we still close too
I switched positions with them poor cats, I write raps
Make millions like that,
supposed to
My homies call me on my mobile wanna hang we still close too
I switched positions with them poor cats, I write raps
Make millions like that,
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