Lyrics:
been there and back
This is advice so take it
Stay strong on your path, and you will make it
I'm not trying to tell you what to do
Just hold ya head,
Platinum Or White Gold
Soon As I Cock It Back, Gimme That Ice Hoe (Yeeh)
[Young Buck:]
I'm Not Stopin', Ya Heard What I'm Sayin'
Put The Money In My
know when ya go
Gun to ya back like Harriet
If you can't shoot, can't carry it
If ya too fake, can't ferry it
Come carry me home, sweet chariot
after time
Got my checks now watch me take off
What's up now
(Keep it going Flip you coming off)
All my life I been surrounded by danger
Sneaky bitches
you hot, that's when you gotta lay low
Everything in order, you immoral, let your nigga take over
If he got the drive, then let it ride, make sure he
preacher
Couple drugs for you but I aint gone increase ya
Hello Iam Tweezy E and yeah it's nice to meet ya
Yeah
But bandanna on
bitch I feel like Tupac
All
'bout bitches bein' your sons
How you take my '09 jail tweet and run?
Talkin' about bringin' knives to a fight with guns
When the only shot you ever
it peel off
New rugs, girl take them heels off
Said they Jimmy Choo (I said bless you)
Now take off ya shoes (I ain't askin')
Then she let me
Eechy geechy ya ya
Smoke it by the pa pa
100, 50's, 20's cop that Benzy for my mama
Every nigga that I know done sold some dope before
Every nigga
a fluorescent orange
Dress and four inch heels to address the court
With a bullseye on his back
His whole chest and torso
Are left on the doorsteps
with a trust limit
Like you close enough nigga
Back up
You blocking my vision
Coattail clipping
Sideline the perfect position to add two cents
Yo shoes
we did it one take
Shawty wanna shoot a flick
So we did it one take
Hit it from behind I made ya bitch throw it back
Shawty finna ride upon it like
You meddled with the devil
To settle ya mental but wrestle
Your days with curses
From Satan's words then
You take his verse blessed
But your fate is
that for them country folk
Them heavy Chevy ridin' players with them hundred spokes
And when I holla shawty shawt I know ya hear me, hoe
And since you
hands in your pocket
'cause I will turn to Steven Segal, rip your arm out your socket
Ya'll little niggas watch it, I do this for free
Knocking rappers
Oh
If you know what I'm talkin' 'bout
Say hell yeah, I know what you're talkin' 'bout
I wanna bring that stuff back
I'm gonna bring a little bit
Fiend, me, Beats By The Pound, you know that's gon' pop
Jump in the game in the walkway
With enough money to fuck with
Till ya hear that last fuckin'
many plans
To get cancelled by this "clan"
Like you strip me from my roots
But you call yourself human (Let's go)
Die out fallin' back down the hideout
cannot give up
Been up day after day day (ya)
I was up all night
Thinking bout how to get back right
That means I got plenty mouths to feed
Check the bank
a quaver in A major
The people say what they need is a saviour
So take a fruit from the Asymme-tree
Thelonious planted in his day as a seed
The "bop" plant
feeling some type of way bout the Decsions I made, Because we are Winning
I can tell by the Look inside ya Eyes, That you are Hating, It's fuck yo Opinion
a chick a hard brick and Bubble Yum (ayy)
Like here, take that, shake that, break that (ayy)
In half and please bring my cake back
You know what
a chick a hard brick and Bubble Yum (ayy)
Like here, take that, shake that, break that (ayy)
In half and please bring my cake back
You know what
yo ass to a Mcdonalds
Ain't the one to play with take you swimming get ya goggles
Let the auto spray or get my aim right with the toggle
Feds think I'm
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