Lyrics:
get by)
Now you the main reason a guy stay high (why I stay so high)
Aye lil bae, aye lil bae, aye lil bae (aye lil bae)
I'm not gone play, cannot play
you'll get greeted
By the 380 colt mustang in my pocket
I had a few drinks already, don't make me cock it
Cause if I have to cock it, well then it's
pants
Come on let me see you do that funky new dance
Work it out girl I know you can
'Cause you got the peanut butter and this is the jam
So spread
you can't hear the silence
Even when it's there. Like the wind seen from the window,
Seeing it but not being touched by it.
*
Words sometimes
drugs frying' everybody brain
That shit fucked up
My nigga you won't buck up
Why the fuck your talkin' to me shut up
Gotta go and get that check and run
roll
Don't try to take me to a disco
You'll never even get me out on the floor
In ten minutes I'll be late for the door
I like that old time rock 'n'
tryna get all my shit (Get all my shit)
You must be thinkin' you slick (Thinkin' you slick)
You owe me rent for half a year
You tryna live on my dick
spiritual essence
And he goes by the name of, uh
Hood
Check your rhyme, punk that ass or get got, F it (shit)
I lick buckshots, Hood, madman, I rip up
paid
But their fam got no food
You'd rather be stunting on photos
But don’t give a damn about your family
You live for today by tomorrow
You broke
phone
Im starting to lose control
Only notis are otp codes
People thinking I got me some hoes
I dont got jordan 1 lows
Do you think I should get me
ha
Yo, dig this, we tryna get money here
Wrms, De La Soul, Saturday, y'all
(And rollerskates, and rollerskates)
(And rollerskates,
it's my muthafuckin last one
Every nigga and they mama askin why
But I'm in the game live by the game
And in the game I'ma die
And if I die or should
it's my muthafuckin last one
Every nigga and they mama askin why
But I'm in the game live by the game
And in the game I'ma die
And if I die or should
told me every day
That you made you never ever kept
By me I really want to believe
But not today, not today, not today, not today
You're the worst
I been off the meds a lot don't mess the festival up
Unless you gotta I must
The day is coming soon
When me and my niggas won't play it by
walk by (by), so eff a drive (drive)
I swing up in it, batting average is half as
Good as Reggie Jackson's, that's why you talk backwards
And, uh,
get down! (YOU GOTTA GETCHA ASS ON DOWN!)
Sometimes I don't know what I'm sayin'
But Ima tell you this fact today, we gon' funk y'all pain away
By
while DRS will put the smoke in my
chest
And if you understand me then escape and kick it
While the E-Double gets wicked with your brain
in the middle of the barn
The hay got me goin through a stage and I just can't get enough
Smokin everyday, I got some hay and you know I'm finna
Oh finally, finally (here we are)
And for good, are the three, follow me (It ain't far)
Even though if it was, you could make it to the start
wasn't never no Biggie
All you gotta do is have Faith (I swear)
Played my cards and I plucked me a Ace (I did)
You act hard you get put in yo place
OVO you
[Chorus: Trey Songz]
Even though I'm in the streets, you know exactly what I do,
And then I, chase this paper you ain't gotta wait for me
me remix the scheme for
Your stupid self
Kamikaze gun
It's suicide to let it fly at you
Hooks got you looking
blind
They call me the eye snatcher
Robin
wonderin' why
Then they yell to me
So tell me homie how the hell you get to be so fly
Why he so fly
He play it cool
Slow motion strollin'
That boy too smooth
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