Lyrics:
hoe (you's a bitch)
If you a lame then you can't hang you gotta go
I was raised up by some niggas kickin' doors
Junkie hit the door he lookin' for
just gone play
And bitches be trippin cause they dont wanna
Ever stay down with a nigga, when a niggas doin bad
So I get my cash and I act mad
I mashed
Slam the door when it's gettin' too rough
Gonna let myself free
Take your life to the ultimate high
You can follow my way
Don't look back
handle
You don't ever wanna see me
Flyin' off the handle
I can rip your front door
Off by the fuckin' handle!
I want it all, I want it all
Won't stop
or silverback orangutans
You can't stop a train
Who want some? Don't come unprepared
I'll be there, but when I leave there
Better be a household name
Weather
how it feel when it's war
Chicken get real in the field, leave a brain by the door
Got money but I need some more
Memorize the times me and you used
Cause the shit
That control you don't
Even got a shot So how's the aim to
Shoot for DNA when Clips ain't even blowing?
When Rex had Math you wasn't
Even
ma get hot
I can make a person fight to survive whether good or connivin
You never know when it's your time to leave
Smokin weed to keep my mind
be phony
Gucci and Louis, I can't do the Fendi
Sing pull the four-five if you try to fend me
I got ten Louis belts when I trap Lindsey
Only
yet
Comin' on your earset
So as I hit program, you know I'm gonna slam
'Cause even in my name there's a funky live "Jam"
Don't eat Spam or no types
yet
Comin' on your earset
So as I hit program, you know I'm gonna slam
'Cause even in my name there's a funky live "Jam"
Don't eat Spam or no types
out the South East side of that Tex,
So if there's something you gotta get off your chest,
It's best that you don't express it.
It's hard enough for
to know
Stay with me, don't go...
Don't go
When you're up all high and you're flying over trees,
Remember what I've said: "You can't fight your destiny."
shit that when i flipping......
[GR8 Scott]
I got that shit that you can't deal with, see you need me to save you
You know why?? cuz you don't have
pop a lot
Grew up in Brownsville in a brownstone by a vacant lot
Satan's got, my mind, my body, and my soul
Oh, I don't blame you, you switched your
smokin' on thrax
Yеah, yeah, I'm smokin' on gas
She tryna' keep up wit' me, I'm fast-forward
Yеa don't you slam that door, hoe
Diamonds on me, it's a ice
the south, the deep south
Oh shit, my bad
Not even close huh
Nah hahaha
You aight
Ok
So you're like down by the border
Way down
Where the Meskins are at
Hell
you leave
Go ahead and slam the door
On your way out
If you ever try to find me
I been living at the same house
But I been feeling tweaked out
I don't
day
We'll be coming back for you one day
I don't even care if I know you, out of our minds
Sad to leave it all behind
We'll be coming back
We'll be
It's been a long time, I hope that you don't slam the door
I tried to walk away but there's some shit I can't ignore
I could be wrong but seems like
I live in a reality, where dreams don't come true
I live in boredom, when all I have is you
Sorry for the insult, but that's all I can do
I don't have
Waited by the telephone, the phone that didn't ring
Now I'd rather be alone, buzz on, beat you, lost your sting
I don't want you anymore, when you leave
Move on some liquid shit
Uh huh, I ain't the hubby type
Only hundreds I hug
It's a Huggies right?
Yeh, these niggas is funny-guys
Choppa hit you
It leave
(Nightbitch at the door)
A girl with the girl next door, come on
When girls' parties get out of hand
And there's a little party upstairs
You can invite
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