Lyrics:
screw you hes a dealer
Boy had a seizure
Its that '96, Kiki locked we gon please ya
Gots to wreck shop '96, I ain't gone stop it
Gots to come through
shake
They plant evidence
It's your word verse what that man say
And dead victims don't speak
That's the main play
If you black in America you ain't safe
leading by example, all them little nigga's on that trap wave
Jump of it's not gonna run
I don't care about how many doors you got on your car
No one
white
At a reasonable price? Nah, I ain't tryin' to bargain with you
Them niggas hatin'? Well, I guess they gonna be starvin' with you
I got two jobs,
the world
Only let's me know that I'm loved
By so many other motherfuckers that ain't you, and it's bugged
'Cause you keep fuckin' with us, we keep
can't comprehend, when I touch mic
Every beat that man hits get duppy
I'm a top boy like Sully
Your girl wanna suck on my cock like dummy
Ain't got
brown cow
Gow zow pow pow (Pew pew pew)
Is this shit even real, man?
You're a downer, no Xan (Xannies)
Got a pound in my hand (My hand)
Got a pound in my
hysteria
No worry her
I got oil and water
Allow me to moisturize and hydrate ya
I don't treat women as objects
But I am a man that can get distracted by
to ride
Hit the dance floor and bounce your hide
You got to bounce with mine
And let me know when your down to slide
I tell Ad to swing around to ride
you'se a killer
Oh, hop in my four wheeler, oh, ain't nobody realer
Oh, you got a man, I'mma steal ya, oh, my ice is iller
Yeah, we drinking Patron and,
got 'em all (yes)
Batman on a Hulk, shit's comical
Just gave Shirley a Turner's
Job for me on my burners
So tell me how you want it
So tell me
I got it
I ain’t never got to show that I’m popping
No show no Dough in my pocket
Brown baby just know
You got it
They don’t want you to know
You got
and act like you ain't feel shit
You got your ass grabbed
And it looked like you and your
Man was ready to take turns
After that you should've moved
ain't stunting something
You got to be about your money
Cause i ain't fronting nothing
I got the money you swear I
Got it just keep coming
Cause I'm bout
I stand with confidence
I hold my head up high
Cause I'm a man first
Look a nigga straight in the eyes
I got my own business
So I ain't stressing
tab
When I run into Chris Brown and he laugh cause he know what you know
What I don't, it make me feel like I don't know your ass
I just had to hide
Michael Brown, another soul
Stole by the system, black men we pay the toll
The price is your life, Uncle Sam want a slice
Black dress code now we looting in
for this
I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
These
on-and-and-on-and-on-on-and-on
Like a hot buttered pop-da-pop-da-pop, dibbie dibbie
Pop-da-pop-pop, you don't dare stop
Come alive, y'all, gimme whatcha got
I guess by now
"You go bustin' your fist against a stone wall,
you're not usin' your brain. That's what the white man wants you to do.
Look at you! What makes
my first name, ho
Life's painful
No one's safe, so if don't want it and want a future
You should go and hide your Birkin bag, ho
You ain't got shit
on-and-and-on-and-on-on-and-on
Like a hot buttered pop-da-pop-da-pop, dibbie dibbie
Pop-da-pop-pop, you don't dare stop
Come alive, y'all, gimme whatcha got
I guess by now
when the apple swinging low
Odds are I'm betraying your wishes, and I ain't even know
I'm Judas wit the shit, you been eluding to this shit
Life ain't
tab
When I run into Chris Brown and he laugh cause he know what you know
What I don't, it make me feel like I don't know your ass
I just had to hide
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