Lyrics:
wondering like Stevie where da gunman
The way he spitting man I know he holding something
Got 'em duckin like these words straight dumping
Kanye you can't
chased by the fat cat
The muthafucka tryin to run it in the hole
Ain't goin, a muthafucka betta hold that shit
We young niggaz don't hold that shit
If you
water
You got that water
You got that water
Bring it here
I need some water
I need some water
I need it now
Drip drip
Its a flood in that thang
Tsunami
for this man overflows to his fans
It's time I educate these idiots
The best that I can
They're so amused by his abuse of rap music
I'll have to craft
Porsche)
Got that bitch shakin' ass in the kitchen in booty shorts (Yeah, yeah)
I ain't tryna die no time soon, they say life too short
That's only if you
She solid like a hundred favors
Shawty bad I just might eat you like a hundred flavors
Bad lil shawty, ridin' shotty we strapped with the same thang
of the muthafucking 1-6-Ooh shit
Yo, lord, that first Wu shit
You know what it is, it's that muthafucking
Special made, high powered, special made forces
What up
Dont even think bout betrayin me
I keep that K on me, keep that thang on me
And Imma let that thang bang and thats on me
You aint no kin to me, yeen no
ball slappin' cater
To your every fantasy
You got your tongue clitoris tits
And belly pierced
(All that?)
Necklace around yo' waist
Toe rings, girl
and the Holy Ghost
Satan tryna teach us how to overdose
God I got You
You got me and I know it
Everywhere I go
On this planet You show it
Satan can't ignore
Cause money ain't a thang
Money ain't a thang
If you know you got it could you split it both ways
Cause money ain't a thang
Money ain't a thang
Top down
Cause money ain't a thang
Money ain't a thang
If you know you got it could you split it both ways
Cause money ain't a thang
Money ain't a thang
Top down
depend on alcohol for confidence, understand
With a mind of her own, she got the whole world in her hands, the way she moves will
Put you in a trance. I
boo thang
Running my money up tryna get to these bands
Niggas claim that they up there
Walk by these niggas don't care to stare
My shit got some length
this that Shit
That keeps my niggas flowin
Slept today, got up at one thirty
Had a pain, got sumin' no worries
Start the game, don't talk, just hurry
do nigga?)
You got until sunrise, or lose your life (Whatcha gon' do nigga?)
We comin' with them thangs, and we ready to ride
(Where they at?
the block
Now I gotta whole thang
And you betta put a low jack on yo hoe mane
Shawty stupid dumb thick I just call her red
Now that I think about it maybe I
my engine man
This shit give u a heart attack
Damn
Feeling like the man
Raised by some wolves and lions
I gotta feed my fam
Do you understand
It's
this money
Got my thang out, keep it on me
You know it mayne
I got the hood with me
I got the hood with me
Dub-Cuda, Lick can I get robbin'
Over here
We
and Gotti
Who wanna deal with me
I spit crack and my name ring bells so call me the liberty
Hell out artillery that's ready to aim
Fucking with me you asking
Oh Mario, sit here by the window
Stay here till we reach Idaho
And when we go, hold my hand on take off
Tell me what I already know
That we can't
never took that flight no
Things would have been alright
Things would have been alright
Got me up every night
Wish that you never had died
I wish you had
Every time I need that thang, bitch, you do threw it to me
Livin' through me, got a Mozzy chain
For you gang and on your grave
When your son get
the trenches
Wanna stay out the hood, got demons telling me, "Go by there"
"You go by there, just go by there, just go by there" (yeah)
Young niggas tryna
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