Lyrics:
cheese to that, pull up on the double R, pop clutch on them
No, the strippers ain't mad when I touch on them
Russell Simmons shoe game, put a rush
That's right, papa, that's right
How we do, yeah, I'll na na
Uh huh, uh, come on
What up pop, brace yourself as I ride on top
Close your eyes
of want to open up
Said you can tell me anything, girl you know what's up
I know that life is crazy
All I'm thinking baby
Is Ima stay right by your side
Ima
with my girl, that's my world?
She a slut ho
That's my live, that's my wife, I love her
Uh-oh, oh no, she a slut, she a freak
Aiyoo, you gonna call me
to explain to me the four noble truths
We suffer to live and live to suffer
I don't know if that's what he said, but that's what I got from it
I guess I just
Kat. Heh, get that?
Cop Cris' by the six-pack, Range Rov?' Dot six that
Benz Coupe, drop six that
Buggy eye seven come out? Shit, took the six back
we gon' live it up
Now you want to say goodbye girl, and go mess it all up
Cause there ain't nothing better than you by my side
Cause ain't
nine bars from my lips
Nine mil' in eighteen months, now that's a grip
I'ma suicide risk, nine slits on each wrist
If I die nine times the next
Magic tricks coulda Eva mek my gunz disappear from mi
In the music scene that is , I just feel like killing Ppl
it's up in my genes , or better yet my
Rows' twisted lil sibling
Told her pop it like a pod, more than vapor from the rod
She a goddess, Imma god
Together we gone set it off
Ride or die, I know
hard to get by
And that's why, when you're young in the streets
You gotta live and let die
Some say this ain't the life to choose
Rage is
don't mean to boast
But damn if I don't brag
Them crackers gonna act like I ain't on they ads
The Martha Stewart
That's far from Jewish
Far from
don't mean to boast
But damn if I don't brag
Them crackers gonna act like I ain't on they ads
The Martha Stewart
That's far from Jewish
Far from
at that point where this ain't a dream
I'm really plannin' to make a scene
When I'm up in that booth, that's that energy
I'm about to pop off like it's
home
Surrounded by broken glass, surrounded by young peers, that speak with a broken tongue
That followed the scent of gunpowder from broken rose petals
Welcome.
It is I that you see.
Little boys an girls.... Revelationz.
Listen.
Why do the good die young, an the bad mutha fuckas live fo ever?
'cause
heart
I just want this pain for to end
I don't feel how I felt from the start
I thought you'd forever be here (yeah)
Forever by my side, I thought, I
want children and benefits
But I break down to millions that's many splits
Walk by faith,
I be feeling like a rolling stone, but the only problem is I
getting on my nerves
I ain't lying, lay 'em on the curb
Riding on a killer who be coming at Ferg! (Damn)
Girl you twerk, twerk that kitty girl make it
getting on my nerves
I ain't lying, lay 'em on the curb
Riding on a killer who be coming at Ferg! (Damn)
Girl you twerk, twerk that kitty girl make it
Eats
Only need a chain and white tee if you ask me
Wasn't fed from a spoon
I was taught to only live by these three rules
Never snitch never speak
nah nah the man wasn't really that what
One nine four two hits my system
Man get way too frosty buzzy
Girls from the past that lost me love me
Same ones
Pretty in the face need your space
When you walking by you set it off
Just by doing nothing girl you do it all
I feel like its destined to have you around
knew such pain
And from that moment on their lives would never be the same
Her mom took it the hardest like she was to blame
And a month later she put
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