Lyrics:
fuck the convo nigga ain't no stoppin'
When it's on we poppin', street sweeper straight knockin'
What, what cocaine and trains leavin' niggas in gutters
I used to only speak to God when I knew needed something
Or when things got real bad and I couldn't take it by myself
I used to pick my head up
Party all over you tryna come meet me,
I’m up in the hills over looking the city,
been poppin some bottles we copped em for free,
All apart
leather seats with old wooden sides
[Fabolous]
Uh, yeah, what's really poppin', usually boys know
This ghetto superstar with the Bruce Lee-roy glow
leather seats with old wooden sides
[Fabolous]
Uh, yeah, what's really poppin', usually boys know
This ghetto superstar with the Bruce Lee-roy glow
like a ball (that's what I kick)
By myself, poppin' shit at the mall (yeah, nigga, let's go)
I ain't worried 'bout niggas at all
a millipede
By this chick Genevieve
out of Genesis
When Genesis was poppin, my pet was a hedgehog
You hogging hatred in the blog so lost
You lost, cuz you do it
shit don't leach off of mine
(Woo!)
You want a feature that's fine, show me the money or creep back in line
Show me the money or creep back in line,
to make me smile
But all that's behind me, now you by my side
But I'ma still get high
Smoke a blunt then fly
Poppin' pills to ease the pain now I barely cry
always hate you
They One thing less than what You on
They got a problem with you
Tryna knock you clean up off ya Throne but still ain't bothering You
all night, she was here the next day
Lookin' thru her dress, X-Men with the X-Ray
Call your friends out, show me what your friends bout
I ain't in my
the lames with no common sense
Yeah I'm 10 outta 10, yeah that's 5 plus 5
Stackin' up money until I die
See what I'm doin' and no you can't slide by
I need
We the ones poppin out the gate
Shit been hella strange
I been up just thinking bout my dawg
Shit ain't been the same
Shots went off
They emptied out
hand on my Glock
All gas through the dash, I'o'nt plan on stoppin'
Got a mouth full'a gold, shirt off I'm Pac
Still ridin' with my nigga with a thug's
Like, it caught a nigga off guard, like
You know what I mean?
Back up
Save us both the hassle
Don't say what you don't mean
If you won't stand by
my head up
Cuz the crown heavy
And you know what this is
Know my style
Way off the ground
Like Simone wihen she flip
Pinch off the zip
And Roll my
Ooh, ohh
Ohh
Ridin' 'round thinkin' 'bout you
Thinkin' 'bout what I might do
Don't know what'd got into me
Probably 'cause you keep sendin' me
So I'm putting the work, first off
I'm putting in the work
Second off, I know who I am
Like I know who I am in God
Like I'm His son
You dig what I'm
flashes wanna deprive me
Hypnotized, I cannot let it blindside me, no
I'ma live and die by my Migos
Why I'm startin' to dance, what in the hell did you
see now
Taking off, and I like what I see now
[Verse 1: St Spittin]
Young fashionista fine & tender
You the one it’s no contenders
Come get lost up in
me, when I'm up in there I'm beatin' it
Givin' ya that Mike Jones' treatment
I could tell by the way she walk that she got it
Body so delit, you
a stain
I done lost it all got nothing to
Lose I make my llama bang
Niggas say it's beef and I don't see
It I just see 50 packs 50 him
50 him by the night
about the pussy on
this shit ya feel me? And I'm just that nigga to beat
the pussy up. So uh if you feel me like I feel you ya
know what I'm sayin' let me
lookin' stupid)
To hell with y'all (Hell with y'all)
I'm a get it by my lonesome
Keep a pole, ain't talkin' totem
Back up off me what I told him
Right
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