Lyrics:
Who gon bring it to me
I know there someone out there that is just rapping for free
Rapping to spread love we just rappin for our fans
We the generation
just rappin' over beefs, we really shoot for real
Gang sweeps outside to the S&P
Middle finger CPE, bitch, this one four-time E
In the Forces, Dozen
where i sleep, now give me my key
[Verse 8: N.O.R.E.]
New York get the blood money, dirty cash still sweet
We will blackwall street by the swapmeet with
I dig Modigliani (1)
Jolson doin' "Swanee (2) "
Several maharanee (3) are my intimates, too
I played with Montovani (4)
That's a lot of string to get
I can peep it
At first wasn’t no love na these hoes they be leaching
Stepped inna game and i ain’t need no practice
I feel like I’m Roddy I’m Ballin
waitin on
And i done spared u pussys and rap niggaz to long
The only mothafuckin nigga who sell is by the goon
Nigga was hot fa 4 months and now he gone
the designer
I fell in love with the Maison Margiela
My heart so damn cold
A nigga been feeling like he ain't got no soul
Blow smoke to the o-zone
The dadli we
just ate
Riffin, she got to be to work by eight
This must mean she ain't tryin to wait
Conversate, sex on the first date I state "You know what you do
on me might make em fix that
Know these bitches ain’t fuckin’ with brayk
Ahead of the race I ain’t talkin’ bout tay k
Run that shit back like
A bitch named bitch
Whos thick with grey eyes
Who loves to suck dick and get hit by eight guys
Its Bugz bitch, you the fuck you thunk it was?
Gettin drunk
Yo, live nigga advocate
Renaissance B-Boy
2 by 4 flow, but I could never be bored/board
I'm takin' out you posers and you decoys
She like, "Tay
I told my nigga Lynch I got his back face
What's up now, ?
Killa Tay, and I'm jackin the ditch
From the shit that get spit to take a lock
Rogaine - hold, mane
And even though we divide we multiply
By the division of niggas who still in it to ride
[ CHORUS ]
[ VERSE 4: Tek ]
Around here they
Reluctantly I walk on by, I'm not gon' lie, that Betty fine
But I got to drank, cant even thank, unless I'm tanked, I'm already high
So let it fly, miss
on by, I'm not gon' lie, that Betty fine
But I got to drank, can't even thank, unless I'm tanked, I'm already high
So let it fly, miss Kimberly, I can see
reason I’ma end this
Song and stop rappin’
Stop cappin’, we done did that already
Opps block, tops off
We done slid there already
Four hunnid on my neck
suck unu mukkunu
Duck unu Bumbastar
One, two, tree, four gal a watch me
Five, six, seven, eight wan' fi snatch me
Nine, ten, eleven, twelve try fi
nah, we ain't showin' no love
We gon' pull up, fill a nigga up
Get that boy blood by I put him in the tub
Cartier hittin' like sus, solitaire stone, ho,
(ah nope)
Before they get the satisfaction of doin' it to me (not gonna do it to me this time)
I'm feelin' like 4-Tay I'm stayin' sucka free
But how can
me like movie directed by Berkoff
2 Man step in a 4 door smoking ammy KB too active
Move with a ching splash on a nigga coz he talking too massive
One two three four
I am warming up soup with headphones on
My way of praying
I've seen the glory and yes it's true
God exists
But he only loves dolphins
give a fuck)
Ain't no love
Niggas fall in lust with guns and bills
Drug deals
Smell of smoke when the tires peel (Uh)
You niggas rappin' fibs, I unwrap
wit the crib and did it legit
Rap money
In the stu bet it’s a hit
But never 4get
Bout the Trap money
Bussin ps down by the zip
A hunnid a trip
What a stormy night, when I met the pony,
It was so dark, that I could hardly see,
It smelled so sweet, you know who and Joanie,
So many
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