Lyrics:
pussy huh
Bitch nigga git
Thats why you can't run with me
And im goin git rich
And bitch you can't come with me
Eat dust nigga can't keep up with peanut
evening
808's and handcuffs
I need y'all to throw ur hands up
You do dirt, you get your hands scrubbed
I think it's time to man up
808's and handcuffs
I
of bangers in the music filing cabinet
Why you get so mad Ka$h music is my passion
Quit runnin' your mouth if you're gonna duck the action
How you say my shit
turnin' up
Basic bitches call me thug because I'm fuckin' with the sluts
I'm nasty when I'm fuckin', I be puttin' thumb up in her butt
I don't get no
From since I was five
On the Jonesway
But we call it the nine
You been a mug
For the whole of life
How you get stab up
And boxed by your guys?
hop out with vvs you know they gon bling
I get to the bag that's by any means
Y'all scavenge for weed y'all niggas be fiends
And I skrrt out the lot
black
It's about to get real grimey
So somebody say "DJ, pull up the track"
Ow, shut this down (come on)
Ain't heard nothing like this since "Pow"
to motherfuckers, who ain't go no cake
When you all fucked up, and can't get no break
When your fake ass friends, don't help you out when you need it
Be on some
it
Yaun take it to the streets let the whole world know it
It's the chance for your big career, don't blow it
Or get it blown from the top gun
to the Motorola
Money hold up, whippin' the Rover, high roller dog
What you holdin', I'm paid, so controllin' y'all
Yiggidy yes y'all like Das EFX, I's be next
My number one goal is to get her out the hood
Never changed, I be thuggin' hard in my section
Me and my dawgs proteted by Smith & Wessons
Any nigga
roll niggaz still take your fuckin nuts (nuts)
UGK "4 Life" nigga (nigga), none shife nigga (nigga)
And you can get it by the pistol or the knife nigga
(nigga), none shife nigga (nigga)
And you can get it by the pistol or the knife nigga (nigga)
No more days bitch, I ain't got the time
I got bitches on my
Just another nigga in the ghetto
Why I gotta jugg, finesse, and scam tho
I don't wanna leave, but I cant stay
I gotta get this cheese, gotta make
as a casualty on the dance floor
I'm an addict, strung out on dopeness
But you can't chew, sniff, or smoke this
If you want to get high step by
her pass by
So many times, I never asked why
All my life
In a different life, you'd stand by my side
But im hiding out, to get through the night
I
One two Mr Trent's coming fo you
Three four better lock yo door
Five six get your crucifix
Seven eight better stay up late
Nine ten never sleep
Wont go broke tryna get money thats no joke
Thats a no-no promise i came up from nothing and im tryna get it
Thats a no-no, remember i showed em all love
that's the reason why
I'm really fucked up all the time
Slips by
Oh I
Get by
With drugs
I'm getting higher than fuck
Fuck a lighter need a cup
Pour it up
what's coming next
She hypnotized by the sex
That's why she call me best
I like the way that she dress
She love when I kiss on her neck
Baby that pussy get
sold ya soul for a lil bit of gold
Boy you moving so bold, like you couldn't get hit
Bruh i was so stressed even though I was blessed
By the drank in my
a trill nigga, get your muthafuckin' hands up
You a real nigga, get your muthafuckin' hands up
You a real nigga, get your muthafuckin' bands up
You
to complain), I never complain
When I get up each morning, there's nothing to breathe but air, (Yeah)
(And when I look in the mirror, there's nothing to comb
to complain)
I never complain
When I get up each morning
There's nothing to breathe but air
(Yeah)
(And when I look in the mirror)
(There's nothing to comb but
.jpg/229px-Robert-Palmer-Sunset-Strip-(edit).jpg "Robert Palmer")
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