Lyrics:
all day everyday..
So if y'all sucka-ass niggaz want some of this...
Y'all know where to find us... or we'll find you
One on one - fifty on fifty; it
Tonight we acting crazy
I'm in here my crew
You look like my next lady
My eyes all over you
I'm not for everybody
Girl let's get physical
Promise to take
hop bails
And if a cop comes closer I'll lead him to the wrong trio
Pair em like bait
It was the ? cocaine it wan't nothin but a dope tape
And two
lives matter too
My nigga laugh like a kid again when he shoots
We are not that same, you a lame, smokin' boof
We don't want the fame, we just came for
[Chorus: x3]
Mama always told me (told me)
But papa never showed me (showed me)
So I live the life of a thug
And all I want to do is smoke
We ain't playin no games bitch we already won
I ain't playing no games bitch I live what I rap
We done really ran it up and got rich in the trap
Hit
And the team getting big
3 continents ayy
Anything I want I say and its done in a day
Send mix to Russia it’s done by the AM
Round the clock shit - нам не
too
Double homicide on 'em, shit we're takin' two
But this ain't what you want with my breakthrough
Lil nigga but my heart like I make two
You
like me better now, said I'm the one
Call up yo friend shawty
We gon' have some fun but you not gonna stay, yeah
That's how I swang, yeah, yeah
I'm so
Pissed? Go to the men's
See two cats, shot two tens
I mean shotting tens in my 12
Can't test me and my on point crew
If you want food come to me
Big top
to get some change so T-Mo can stay alive
Not greedy or living' lavish yet but you can bet that when I do
Nobody from my crew will I forget
And if I
jumped
You got to have style
And learn to be original
And everybody's gonna want to dis you
Like me
We stood up for the South Bronx
And every
to sleep
Some weekends we go to Austin
See grandma D and the crew
Hang with Shauntae
And play fight with uncle coop
Grandma D death hit us hard
They had
you ain't nothing new
looking for a problem tell the homies what it do
want some ash in the trap
hit my phone and we're through
mad that we met
it be like run your coat black
Jupiter, keeps her fat beats by the pack
Where I'm from, nappy hair is life
We be reading Marx where I'm from
're 2 Unlimited
Ready, ready, ready for this
Feel the base, you just get closer
Be impressed by the words I chose of
Once again kickin' it live
flipped you in the river did you see G Mone in the "O"
By the ???
Flippin' this A-G-2-A mutha fuckin Ki'
You best believe we rob yo spot
Why not? We
two I'm bringin 6 of us
We on youtube we shoot continuous
This life we live is strenuous
We some real ones
We some real ones
(Chorus “Lolo DaBoss
of seeds
Two hot strippers coming out they zippers
We some pimps dude
We don't tip them, they tip us
I got my smoking jacket on
10 feet long
Inhale,
(okay)
To his album we ride we so mob (okay, yeah)
I throw lives and lowest to live
For my loaf of bread the people's player
I did what the culture
that other shit niggas want beef
And I had bout enough of this
Stick to tha code
Don't call me by my government
I saw 100 bands fell in love wit' it
Oh
on it so it don't make a sound
Pew she loving the crew
I wanna crib by the lake I'm too real in this state so I don't want a pool
Cool cool she fuck with
the drive-by complete (*Gun Shot*)
I know you've been told, we got the Westcoast sold
I know you've been taught, we can't be caught
So if you're lookin' for them
The drive-by complete (Gun Shot)
I know you've been told
We got the Westcoast sold
I know you've been taught, we can't be caught
So if you're lookin' for them
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