Lyrics:
nothing, leave them
Bare skeng talk, I can't believe them
The red and white R6 I'll leave them
Ed Hardy glasses I can't see them
So why you talking like you
Brace yourself
Break yourself
Winter is coming
By the wind is felt
Painting on the canvas with different shades of wealth
I had to Bob Ross them
on his chin
What about the rest
So what about the rest
I don't even need to flex
I just want the fucking cheque
What the fuck mean I'm not supposed to do
P is for power nigga you know about that
I eat and devour niggas, you talking bout rap
Spoon full of dope, every ball to the point
You need a little
me
Different cds
I be like four
When I start to dey
Listen to bob marley
My mama say make I gbelo gbelo
Make I no look uche face
Say life na turn by
They'll pick you out the crowd, if the price is right Bob barker
How ya pockets look now, Iont care what ya money bought ya
I done grew up so fast, I have
her
Oh my God, I can't believe I used to tell her that I loved her
She be bad girl, my ex even two brothers
Busy get me off this track, cus even
my moms
Don't wanna see my pops just wanna see you
But you don't wanna see me
I think I'm seeing things that
The people won't believe
Just wanna see
next item de boy be inventin' come under de headin' o' industrial
Utium!
Harry:
Just what are these...chitlin's?
Thing-fish:
Dat dere I'd perhaps de
the team (go)
I'm gettin' pissed while I'm listening to this shit, I can't believe (woo, woo)
That I fell for a bitch that tried to knock me off my P (P
Whole lotta' money I been makin' moves
4 by 4 Jeep with the extended roof
Play with my crew and we breaking the news
Born back in April but I'm not
that weed sack
I'll cop a drop wit that knees fat
Why y'all can't see me, best-ta believe that
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
This shit hit the back door,
(money man)
[Verse 4 - Roscoe P. Coldchain]
You either salute deaf cause you looked at
Thats what a old G told me
That was the exact moment I decided
all by myself so why the fuck I need attention being broke bad for my health I been grinding like I got children I been getting in my bag minding my P's
outta rehab, they ask me where the weed at
Go get a weed app (homie), I got that weed that have your P.O getting P.O.'d
Ask me where to pee at
My G,
to get fucked up
Fill my cups up
She text me break it down I told her go roll something up
You trippen relax
Go play that classic by Bob called One Love
go by
I believe I can fly
Sometimes, sometimes
Sometimes, I don't know why
Gotta smoke least one time
Plus two, three, four, five
Sometimes sometimes
'd get you
What made you think I'd let you
Get away with murder
I bet you knew you'd see the day you regret you
ever fucked with me
Come and get me
Fuck
'd get you
What made you think I'd let you
Get away with murder
I bet you knew you'd see the day you regret you
Ever fucked with me
Come and get me
and my niggaz
[Master P]
My nigga stared at me, must be mad at me
I grew up with this nigga, how the fuck he sent the FED's at me
Boz told me, not to fuck
a purse and high-heels
So don't believe what Ren say
'Cause he's goin' out like Kunte Kinte
But I got a whip for ya Toby
Used to be my homie, now you
it cost to be clean?
Cause I have two Bob in my jeans
It's the return of the snapped one
Lurking and gurning, burning
Hurt when he's smashed, gone
other lame niggas do
I'm 247 and I'm live by the youth
If they tell you some different they not telling the truth
I was taught to tell real
You believe
wait to the next song
And I aint even trying make you believe it
Try me im feigning
I bet I have you gone by the weekend
See im just trying do it
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