Lyrics:
sick of my opps, I ain't buying guns I know they scared to die
You'll probably catch me in some flashy while passing by
Or you'll see me in some flashy
creep
Deeper than the page of a book let me look
You let me hit the stage, that's when I got my folks hooked like
No, I ain't never been pimped by
the limit 'posed to be?
That must be why you can't get your ass up out the bed before three
You need to git up, git out, cut that bullshit out
Ain't you
the limit 'posed to be?
That must be why you can't get your ass up out the bed before three
You need to git up, git out, cut that bullshit out
Ain't you
actually I like it, it's a new plot in the dirt and you invited (Huh)
To lay and decay
I do not play, niggas ain't real no mo its the last days (Last days)
that's on the floor end up on your pants
'Cause you be getting low (low)
You be getting low (low)
You be getting low (low)
You be getting low (low)
One mo', one mo' drank, drank (this ain't for the rappers)
Nigga, drank (this for the ones that be joogin, Twista)
One more joog
My niggas be
record
I'd always be recording in the attic or wherever I could so, I love you
I thank you for supporting me there
But then, she was like, "you gotta
(One mo', How many you need, shawty?)
I need one mo' stain (One mo')
(You sure? We'll be right back
In like 10 minutes) let's get it
I need one mo
Yeah (oh-oh)
Yeah
Yeah
I used to be a used-to (used-to, used-to, used-to)
I used to be a used-to (I used to be a used-to)
I used to grind
Baby
I ain't like them guys that you're used to (Used to)
Babe (Babe)
No I ain't like them guys that you're used to
Yeah
Bad bad 'ting rockin' no
is just some leanin' mingle
You're livin' on what used to be a dream to me
I ain't goin' back broke
In dya club fear dem
Put money pon' mi head
Sign
Ride me like you're coming home
You ain't never gotta leave girl
Let's go until we can't go no mo'
Said we can't go no mo'
Can't go no mo'
Can't go no
I be moving slo-mo
I can't spare a lil bear and you already know
Used to skip my lil class but they know I ain't slow
I was Gwoppin' so hard they
On niggas, I was like, "Where was I?"
And he was like
"Oh Piru you can Google me"
Y'all ain't hear this guy?
It's clear that I be gettin' under
Ya skin like
back and pull strings
Yeah yeah
Used to have that fuckin' title by name
Yeah yeah now that's nothin' but some
Fire to my flame, Yeah yeah
You ain't
mo' room for no mo' kings and no more crown to be given but by no means
Am I any more conceited than this game needed
And if I say it believe it, I'm
the beginning
But this ain't nowhere close to that
Seen some shit you didn't like
Said some shit that wasn't facts
Never thought 'bout gettin' back
By
And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
Big
And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
Big
all of my proceeds
Don't I flow like I don't bleed? Every cut is just dumb
After me there will be none I told you there is only one (Soul)
Yeah, and I
not enough, you gotta have a switch
Yeah, the game is the game, ain't no pros n cons
Band on your head, it get you banged on like Old Lebron
My bitch
down, down
Somebody told me, but I ain't trippin' off you, no
If you were doing your thang, he'd still be wit? you
[Chorus]
[Mo] Hello?
[Missy] You
engine in the back and my tops in the trash (Wop)
If you ain't talkin' 'bout cash say no mo', say no mo' (haan)
If that bitch ain't givin' no ass up
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