Lyrics:
lettuce go
Incredible YO!
This is what I mean
An ANTI NIGGA machine
I ain't got no radio edits!
Baby we don't come clean
Yet I
Stay on my JERU
A dirty
Radio poppin' all the time, cause tonight
Say: Glam pop is on the radio top 10
Ooh... Radio Top 10
Boy you got me on my own
I do wanna use it (yeah)
You
Now it's a hit on the RADIO
Break it back
Every summer
I meet a new pretty girl
Probably blonde hair
Highlights inside her curls
You know the type
and tie me up by a thread
You always looked at our love as an overhead
I looked at it as a benefit on both ends
You said you’d never
(Yeah yeah yeah
on the radio
The static hurts my ears
Tell me where would I go
I ain't been out in years
Turn on the stereo
It's played for years and years
An Otis Redding
(yeah, yeah)
Two-two cups got raw in it (raw)
Ears look like I got golf balls in it (uh)
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, uncle Willy (pops)
Went and got
Master P tape in [repeated to fade]
Yo, there go Master P
[Master P talking]
Ahh, yeah ya know what I'm sayin'
This is for them punk, punk pussy
Yeah
Look
Aye
I been about the cash
All I see is racks
All I see is me
I don't see the ops
We be smoking packs
All I see is weed
Back and on attack
dawg
Who I am
Who I am
Let me tell you about who I am
UKN
Patriotic like I'm Uncle Sam
Niggas slippin' got butter hands
Niggas childish need big boy
on a string, cross you up like Uncle Drew
Steal a piece of Pie, you gon' Die, death by Pew
Said you're better off without me, now look at you
Yeah, I'm vibing
Where you at?
Ridin' in my car
And I'm listening to the radio
I'm listening to a sad girl sing
Sing about how she got her heart broke
People
I ain't straight outta Compton, I'm straight out the trailer
Cuss like a sailor, drink like a mick
My only words of wisdom are (radio edit)
I
pandemic in the city (Woah)
Me and the boys still litty (Yeah yeah)
Chain like fifty (Woah)
Diamond they dance they jiggy
(Prrrrrr)
Hold up one minute let me
chicks don't wanna fuck with me
Iceberg, Slim baby ride rims
I'm so gutter, ghetto girls fall in love with me
You know him well by the name of Jigga
gutter, ghetto girls fall in love with me
"You know him well" "by the name of Jigga"
I'm so gangsta prissy chicks don't wanna fuck with me
"You can love me
Committed manslaughter or
Threatened by violence
Every other time is no exception
I find
They should fucking get beheaded by
A member of ISIS
And no I'm not
We're uh- recording part of the CD tonight
And yeah, good to start off with eight minutes of mime jokes, for the CD
I want to start off with a joke for
'm the man, yeah, I'm the man
I rock so hard, that's why I make tons of money
Now the payouts and accounts of uncle's frequent advances
Left the family feeling
If Young Metro don't trust you I'mma shoot you
Last night took an L, but tonight I bounce back
Wake up every morning, by the night, I count
two to three more niggaz
Damn I hate a golddigger
Yeah, gimme that microphone
I make opponents shit bricks like Tyson's home
I keep the jacked
have crashed man
I told my brothers
We're going to make something happen
Hard for me yeah my grandma died
And then my auntie died then my uncle died
Then
violent they some killers
I was raised by drug dealers
My daddy trappin'
Cousin trappin'
Uncle trappin'
We gorrilas
Bad bitch and she vanilla
Know she tryna
Feels something like summertime
Top down ain't nothing but time
Radio's on and you're by my side
Feels something like summertime
These days
This for the ones
(Never had none and never been bought)
Live by the gun
(Die by the gun, rifle sun)
Grind for the Ghost
(World for my girl,
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