Lyrics:
Jays to control a sound
But D-Nice, you're gonna make the party live
[D-Nice]
Bust it, yo
I love to diss whores, I love to do tours
Makin
Yo, all the fans we love y'all
We gon' make one fo' the haters like fuck that
Old school nine eight can you see the Camilion
Below in the celing
the casa, your god exists
'Cause a lot of chicks holler "Mr. Chopper you're hot as shit"
They say I'm the best at what I do
After me it's 5, 4, 3, and 2
always lose my CEO's
Love to fuck with gangsters I don't affiliate with hoes
First I got to do my promo shows that gonna be hell
Gotta do my interview like
Switching
Who Switching
John
Paul
George
Ringo
You can hate how I talk, but you gonna love the music, you know and I'm fine with that
My brother, my sister
misery
Hit your line again
I hope you pick up do it urgently
Look who I became
Gon' set a trend and spin like DVDs
Lately I been out the cage
Beast mode
Brooklyn" challenge lit
I did mines last and bodied him on his own shit
You know niggas love chicken, Popeye's took advantage
They put weed, crack,
in, I prepared half a potion.
Now you must do the other half.
You must get seven part-silver curses made special out of bullet bits
By some Pollock
in, I prepared half a potion.
Now you must do the other half.
You must get seven part-silver curses made special out of bullet bits
By some Pollock
But when my tones in your
Face you say bye bye
Nigguhs love to see this hate on
The ten o clock news
Project pat got arrested by
Them boys in blues
He
(all, all that glitters is not gold)
Ma, we here, we gon' cook this Sunday, okay? (And all gold is not reality)
So come by (real is what you lays on me)
made somethin' out of nothin', was always resourceful
Doors will form off of your will (your will)
I never switched teams, you're more George Hill
up, he choking me
I can't breathe I can't breathe I can't breathe
Rest in peace Breonna Taylor, Amhad Arbery, George Floyd
Your hate for me only skin
Say what you want to say
But, motherfucker, I'm still Flosja, dude
Fake all
Fucking with the boy, get your face cut
Then I ride by with your bitch, she
memories don't exist to me
Who needs friends when you got
Plenty of frienemies
Real enemies they jealous
Hoes see me, start acting
Over-zealous
There is
stressed, they can't respect or trust the law
When those who should protect come at your neck, who do you call?
We rioting, protesting, just expressing our
drama interject, where you might get hit by a pro who in the jects
Who sleeping on the floor cause the living so raw where bullets do the George Jeff
right now I'm booing you
What did Kobe, Gigi and them other passengers do to you? (What they do?)
My condolences at this time is all I could offer
Kobe
Whatever you do, don't lose this all fast
I'ma have to fly my flag at half mass
You go girl, you make me wanna holler
Take George off and put your boobs
(right)
But guess what
We ain't getting that no mistake
If mistakes made you ended up in this phase then how do you feel
When ya friend die so late
We all
gone be leaving hoe nah
When what why who I'm a dub
Stupid bitch IDGAF
I've got so many Js on me it's like I'm sponsored by Jordan
Fuck that botch her
(nah)
Running through ink like I'm tattooing (yeah)
This is music to be murdered by, you love
Turn the volume up, I am fired up like a blunt
Bread is
(nah)
Running through ink like I'm tattooing (yeah)
This is music to be murdered by, you love
Turn the volume up, I am fired up like a blunt
Bread is
a bump that's funky
And a fool for the loop, see, a groupie for the old one-twoiee
A bass freak would say ?Oohwee,
Peace to do 'cause I like the way you
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