Lyrics:
and a brand new Sig (on God)
Lil' boy, get up out the way (yeah)
Lil' boy, we didn't come to play (yeah)
And I got a partner named Dre (Dre)
You can get
[Pharrel]
Imagine that royals royce crashed it
we unscratched in, that billionaire boys club fashion, ugh
You niggas is clones,
I hand out styles like ice
out quickly
Did you forget the God we serve is not weak
He split the sea!
So let Your servant get at'em
Those weapons don't matter
This is the LORD's
We gone pull up and snatch a nigga
Out his sleep
Then we gone pull up to the party only two deep
Niggas know we get it popping boy have a Seat
My
Alright boys
I got a whole palette of vision I need to go out by tonight (yeah)
I need you vigilant out there (yeah)
So keep your head up
Watch
went
I went through, I came out in this shopping mall
Where boys wear England shirts and West Ham shirts and Arsenal shirts
And the boys from
[Kevin Rudolf]
In the city of dreams,
You get caught up
In the schemes
And fall apart in the seam
Tonight
That boy he used to bomb,
From B.K.
In the city of dreams
You get caught up in the schemes
And fall apart in the seam tonight
That boy he is the bomb, from B.K. to the Bronx
And it's
tough
Cus boys dont get wigs and makeup
Gotta think before u speak dont just say stuff
Cus niggas out here more underhanded than layups
It dont matter if
the pipeline, they tango 'til they're sore
They take apart their nightmares and they leave them by the door
Let me fall out of the window with confetti in my hair
Gotta times that by three
She said I'm a dog, you ain't seen nothing at all
What happened last Fall, I just had to come them off
I couldn't even trust my
strong as iron
Iron, iron
Oh my god, Hov
Now these baby ballers, toy rappers
Calling out my name to bring the boy backwards
Shooting air balls
Life taste better when you call me
Safe to say I gotta crush on you
They say boy wait before you fall in
I don’t want to wait
Life taste better when
When night came he watered
By fall he had the cold hard cash
When times get hard
Sometimes a good ole boy goes bad
The good book goes out
on
Let the cries out
Wave a whole chicken by his
Legs near the crotch smells
Sweating bullets in the tip
Blow torching his flesh
I seen his face melt
Drip
fish I prayed to the Gods
And it rained on us Lunch
Dame's wanna bang on the bus now
Beauty gave me brains till I bust
But I'm feelin way out of touch
cows
Are a little late
And will be out of date by tomorrow
Her mother placed on virginity
Saying it was the holy place to be
For the things boys had
come between better step back
If you got a real bitch yoo protect that
Give her everything she needs try to keep that
If I ever fall on this boy I'll
to make sure my people gettin' by
Brunch with some Qatar royals and my cup is all oil
You know it's real when your niggas will take the fall for you
All
Yeah I'm decked out
Flexin' for all the homies I stuck my neck out
Fresh as fuck now
Boy I'm decked out
De-decked out
Yeah I'm decked out
A 52 card
to see me fall but I stood tall
Had a talk with God so I still ball
Took my chances off in these streets
These niggas tellin low key
Raised by OGs
We see
when
(You're gonna fall in love)
Oh, boy, it just seems to happen
You never know when
(You're gonna fall in love)
You see, love has no sense
back
I trap by day, boy, rap by night
C-Bone in this bitch, College Park trump tight
Do you really wanna know about some gangsta shit?
Do you
leaving me no choice, but to raise these three kids all by myself
I will not wait for you
A gift
To come home
I threw the candles out
Left your food
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