Lyrics:
pistol like weave with extensions
P Twenty if a nigga wanna pop
Drive by with that sniper or the chop
130 pounds but
The glock weight 32
Got so much
jeans
Manicure, pedicure mamis
Your hair is good, yeah, I see you
Ladies! (You're, so, sexy) so sexy
(Perfect, for, me) And I like you
(You're, so, sexy)
(Ayy P.A Edited This Una)
All of this money is nuttin to me
Flashbacks to days getting dussed by the Ds
Play your position don’t change on these
where the wind don't die
We even try to bake the cake or pie
????, bust on by for my niggas incarcerated
Where you gotta do life or get your
the real, all you crab-crab know the deal)
Let's pay homage to Illmatic
Let's put the crown where it's at
Ten years
Never been done this real by nobody
this that I'm told to be red on the spot
Dissed by a nigga I admire (sucka)
Oh shit, hell no this can't be
Who's this on the radio dissing me
D-O- double
no P.I. like me if you ain't workin' no hoes
Can't do the shit we do, the way we do wit' no dough
That's like trying to win a ballgame, if you ain't
n**** get that shit understood
Clean 40 on my lap
Dirty strap in the hood
I ain't with the cap, I'll get you whacked like Suge
R.I.P PAC I know what it
play by them Donz, I'mma spray niggas
Be at you for nun, man, I hate niggas
It's now or never, can't play with it
Them facts
They tryna get me, I been
workin' I see me in a
(Yo P-Trill!) I am a fact
How I'm spittin' you'd think I'm cookin' crack
This ain't a race but I'm ‘head of the pack
Harriet Tubman
it be buzzin/
Evergreen State, smokin away, shit is so cheap when you buy by the dozens/
Swervin the lane, hop on a plane, then I go get Mile high wit
on, put you to bed, night, night, that's Sudafed (yeah)
Show me that I'm tender, bitch, time to prove what you just said (boy)
R.I.P. Takeoff, he
derision
Sendin you a voice now we're sending you a vision
And those who fought me they say they taught me everything I know
I go awwww, when I hear
tried
To jump me but the punk became a victim of a walk by
Fuckin' with Dre, you get a foot up in your asshole
It's just another way to let you know
Nigga
Remember they always told me you
Would lie to me
I could have anything that I want
'Cause I'm a little weak when it comes to you
Sit down, lay on my
me
But little do they know I'm covered by da lords body you gone still spin I don't know yeah probably
It's something inside me I like to end
Nair
You the picture, I'mma put you on the wall
I'm the hammer, You the nail
Beat it up, beat it up, Beat it up, beat it
I don't lick p**** but
woman wanna be obsessed with me
I ride around the city with my tank on e
Come on baby girl let's go on shopping sprees
I got a reservation later if you
the P's in the wheels
Wax piff pills
I need nine mill
This bitch a side thrill
This that type of shit I listen too and I just head rock
Think Im dead to you
Walk in the kitchen, grab bacon, I whip
Double cup, ain't no coffee, I took me a sip
I might drop a little bit of wok in my grits
I might swap a P
that's gon' gun for me
No YGs, just a bunch of YOs
That'll aim and hit you right in your Eye-O
Or you living to die, you must want to die slow
By
looking good
Swangin down the boulevard
Chunky deuce the fifth is shining
The queen is ridin shotgun
And finger's behind me
So never you mind me
I'm just
me a glee
If I up it then say yo peace crease a nigga just like these jeans
You can try to slow me up I'ma get it by any means
Sliding in a hatchback I
knees and bless me with a gem in the Caribbean
Skiin' off by P.M.
Snatch Canadian cream with Scandinavians
Fellatium style, play it like thirty two
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