Lyrics:
so you might as well gimme my swag back
Alexander McQueen off the RAF you got that old drip rockin' snapbacks
Slap her ass watch it bounce back
Like
to blast
Any false move will leave a nigga on their back
Wodie I'm young but strictly bout my cash
Fuck petty check I want it in thousand dollar stash
Rap gift, yeah, Christmas
Waterfall, big drip
Magnum, big dick
Honesty, no apology
Focus up on the now
Vision ten years from now
Look back on all my
forty's in my lap bust that old school boom bap
All over this map, for I be that down ass, South Cali poet,
Ya know it to be The D-E-see-L-A-I-M-E,
the Ville
From Cypress to Sugar Hill
By the spot, had Shante on the block all day
You JJ Fad'n, I want the rocks and Shante
We in the Jungle, brothers singing
back to the loot
All these bitches just gettin' ran through
SRT, blue devil like Duke
Don't want your bitch, she not my type
Still get hit by the end
back against that damn eight ball
I didn't have to think or talk or feel
My life was just an old routine
Every day the same damn thing
I couldn't
a phone
And I mean this broke shit was gettin old
'Cause we was in need of big clockin dollars
And was in need to clock a mound, uhh, beat em out
our names
And singing words back
Red carpets big screens yea all that
When we sing
I already know
I just want the world to be
Jamming with my cool ass
So let's stay
Old friends and that's new lanes
I got big bank aint got no stress
On to new things, I'm still moving fast
Hoping I don't crash, say you
I am not right where I thought I'd be
But I'm doing better, so much better on the inside see
You made a big difference, looking back you were
Quit holdin' onto to that shit
Throw that shit up, we don't care nothin' about that
Yeah
Big Bagg checkin' in, nigga, let's go
Hey Rvssian
Huh,
the back
I need a fire pit
And a full bar
With a nice place to relax
Don't know what the fuck yall be on
But by next month yall will be gone
Cuz the only
you want to bring
Hey! I thought you were running things
All you did was run the screens
Must be out his mind thinking' the steel won't touch him
the one to scare away
I got more chills than bones on me
The people talk and...
And say things that I can't get them out of me
I don't have big eyes
me
So much boy
I hate that you hurt me
So much boy
I hate that you love me
Things I know now, don't allow me to turn back
We been through it all but
for a piss break
Thinking which take
Will be your big break
And who's true, who's fake
But you believe you're great
And thats what counts
'Coz once it
things further by me breaking old habits[01:55.85]Yeah
can leave
After all the things that I did for you how could you turn your back
And say you weren't feeling me
It's okay here's a door mam you can leave
plead
I must say I'm befuddled by Queens
I get St. Paddy's Day is a big thing
But to take all caution and give it a fling
To the side is all is simply
hear what you talking bout
Don't like to talk, I'm over that
She say she don't fuck on the first link, bae we too old for that
Want me gone I'm knowing
I like big butts and I cannot lie
You other brothers can't deny
When a girl walks in with an itty-bitty waist
And a round thing in your face you
less if you hate me or not
No fear no one gave me a spot
Grind all day till the day that I drop
Moving
Big kick to the spine
New slide coming straight
the digit's
My brother got killed in the kitchen
My old bitch got took on a mission
She didn't know how to kick it
That nigga sent someone to kill me
I'm ridin'
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