Lyrics:
for Diani
And if I die then she'll be protected by Amani
That's her bigger brother and I love the way he love her
She a girly-girl, she love
As the ship she sailed out from the port
Landed up in the Douglas Head
Enquiring for a vacant bed
To the dining room soon were shown by
A decent woman from up
(Savage, savage)
Bad bitch from Texas like Alamo
Brought the new fashion, I'm à la mode, you
Best not forget it like Alamo
Shawty's too boujie when
Here we go jumprope with intestines
Sky high like investments
Splash down with the blood puddles with
No brain booze coming back up
Double-time like
Leave my sweat on stone tables after gym class
Cornhole skills by the end I could teach a master class
Locker room steals so everyone locked up their bags
Is it him that I fought?
A lot of blood, that’s a lot
Guns up with these chopps’
A lot of opps that I shot
33 like I’m Scott
Girl I know that I
Yeah popping Perkys with my Texas Tea
Told 16 this shit is a smash man this shits a hit.
And I never fucked no bitch with no fur
Took a blue chew
need no help, to starve to death
I can do that alone
I can do bad by myself
I don't need no help, to starve to death
I ain't tryin' to be funny honey
And ain't no turning back, I got my mind made, nigga (For real)
I chase niggas, eliminate niggas (Ayy)
Tell 'em Meek, that lemon squeeze ain't for lemonade,
you for the birds
Fuck off five times and I'ma say it till he gettin' murked
We on 34, let it blow, we gon' up the score
Can't give my dawg no ho, hell
somewhere
I'm looking out for no-one
Pallor in my eyes it get blue like neon
Hell is round the corner where I shelter
Isms and schisms we're living
somewhere
I'm looking out for no-one
Pallor in my eyes it get blue like neon
Hell is round the corner where I shelter
Isms and schisms we're living
till that pussy loose
I don't play mind games, Address the issue up front so ain't no fog brain
We lust not love so hop up on this long thing, Caramel
it's the lotion before the ram, with no Trojan I get it damn, your life's better than mine fuck, I'm just tryin to do better for Cam, and I'm working
to motherfuckin' fed up
V is for Vendetta
I'm a G and that's forever
I'm way, way, way
way, way, way
way, way, way
way to motherfuckin' fed up
V is for Vendetta
I
Yeah yeah
Word up (Yeah son)
Yeah yo how this goin down nine-six
How we livin son (exoticness)
Nine-six exoticness (representin)
Know what I
that can fuck up my liver
Going back to the old me
No I can't do that I'm totally different
I might be the same but I got a new vision
Mind move around
passes, passes us by
We're in the light for a blink of an eye
It ain't no lie, you know that it's true
Pick up the phone and I'll be there for you
You
(Hollon)
Hop out the coupe, Shoot through the back
I was dead broke, Now i got racks
Stackin' them hundreds, Got blues on my lap
All of my niggas
do no arguing I don't do no fussing watch out for my brother
He might leave you gushing
Don't trip over bitches they come by the dozen
Just pulled up
quarter, down for this last sentence
Legion, we in business
I payed my great grandma last visit, I aim to be scholar
Putting up plus 50 meet my offensive
My
Haters in a casket
I got too much money for elastics (need no bands)
I got some bad hos in Dallas (they in Texas)
They some Mavericks
Man I got too much
the time
No
No
I ain't got the time
I put like everything behind
Now everything is fine
Now the world is mine
Fuck it up
She just wanna chill all
I'm on, these niggas peasants
Throw yo seven up for your hood, girl, you reppin
VIP up in my heart, you gotta section
I want eat what yo mama made for
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