Lyrics:
you have it
I’m goin’ in for sure
And I blow it by the O, hehehe
You freakin’ on me, me freakin’ on you
Tell me what it’s gonna be-e-e-e
Cause I know
Stack my bread on some tall shit (yeah, yeah)
They be talkin shit but they ain't on shit
They not on shit, no they ain't on shit
Sippin on my drink
the apartment was
You remember me from m-o-b, throwin' bows, c-a-t-e
Nigga don't impress me, test me
Talkin' 'bout fuck shit, fuck around gon' be in the ICU
who be talkin loud and holdin his dick
Talkin shit, he better LAY LOW
For the bitch that said I shot some shit up out of my dick
Now she sick, she
Bebe
Estamos algarete
Ay and y’all already know E3 want all the smoke nigga
Nos fuimos
Bread don’t grow on trees
So I started sellin’ weed (That gas)
me by the weigh-in
It's hard to grasp some of the shit I be sayin'
It fly's over your head like a second string is
You can't comprehend me
You
bangs, and ya pushin' them thangs
Quarterbackin', Quarterbackin'
Might not know what I'm talkin' about
If you ain't never lived it, or seen it,
know what I'm sayin'?
(Cars ride by with the boomin' systems)
(Cars ride by)
(Cars ride by with the boomin' systems)
Funky (Cars ride by)
For all
know what I'm sayin'?
(Cars ride by with the boomin' systems)
(Cars ride by)
(Cars ride by with the boomin' systems)
Funky (Cars ride by)
For all
regardless, man, I'm on my way up
Keep my name out your mouth Watch this Glock air out
Like B&B, you can spin the block that's by my house
I'm DND, block
Talkin about New York
Walking about New York
Talking about New York
Apple that you can't eat
Verse 2:
Smells in the air
Cities brewing
Hopes and ideas
the only one
You gone have to show me
What they talkin bout
They don't really know me
What they talkin bout
They don't really know me
You a lot of fun
But
ringin', not one, two
Bitch, I trap it out so hard, I don't give a fuck about what you do
I had dope fiends on my porch, talkin' bout that they short
niggas posted everywhere
I have your bitch in my room, takin' off her underwear
Pussy tastin' so good, got her legs in the air
Now I got her shake, shake,
we're supposed to be
Flowers in my hair, I belong by the sea
Where we used to be, sitting by the orange trees
Summer in the air, bodies in the heat
Whoa!
A get your hands in the air, and get to clappin 'em
And like, back and forth because ah
This is, what you thought it wasn't
It beez,
says so, momma say
Here I come on my throne, sittin' high
Follow my parade, oh, my parade
Talkin' slick to my folk (my folk), nip that lip like lipo
a wizard, but this is not Oz
Cold but hot, I can turn the summer to fall
I'm sicker than y'all
Don't talk to me unless you talkin' 'bout paper
I'm buyin'
the money, I am the king of New York
And I rock a sew-in weave (woo, woo, woo, woo)
I run it, I run it, I relay the win
They talkin', they talkin', I'm
no leash, wtf the point of talkin to me?
I know
They still hating on the south, we the hub now
We only down by two and we gon throw it for
fucking with my flow
I ain't talkin' coke, but imma let it blow
C-Double O-K-I-E D-O-U-G-H
Pulled up with my own bottle
I ain't never been no cheapskate
red carpet
I glide like a kite though
(Glide like a kite though)
I got the Demons on my side
I ain't gonna lie
(Nah)
Bloody air force one's like someone
seconds
Lady's choice, the golden voice still peppered
Better, respect it, bitch believe
I pull rabbits out the hat, tricks up my sleeves
I air out
the nigga in the suit in the box under the ground
Fox chased by the hound locked permanent frown xzibit get down
By liftin' iron by the pound for the tough
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