Lyrics:
with the fake
Can't hold it against her, you know we all make mistakes
Shawty gave me a reason to put the dog in the case, woah
Right here by my side,
day, yeah, I swear that boy be dead by the mornin' (blah, blah, blah, blah)
We don't give a fuck, got extra bullets, we'll let your buddy come join you
wherever we go
You can get outline in walk chalk if you don’t reload
Freak hoe, it’s free throw as far as she go
Stay with blue, and all that green Drakken
but I got Mad Franklin's
Big ol' lightnin' rocket, shock the pigs and turn they ass bacon
Pull up where he stay by Granny Crib, while he was grass rakin
one in my kidneys
No I'm not just kidding
May sound like a villain
But tell you from experience
Don't be fooled by an appearance, bitch
Let me cook it
the light, no lightnin'
Wow, these bitches excited, me and Thugger, we 'bout to start up a riot
I ain't got no pussy all week
I'm on that "bitch, suck my dick"
Being broke in this thing don't sit right
Do it for my folk, tryna get by
I came through the struggle with my head high
You being broke think you
man alive
He said I'd give a rib for just somebody to talk to
Well thunder and lightnin' out providin'
You came strollin' by
She said, call me up,
You lil boyz stay out mine and worry 'bout yurn
You lil boyz is tha right hook for this song 'cause y'all children
You lil boyz need to stop stealin'
want wifey (call me)
I know that lil' mama tryna fight me (ayy)
I got slatt engrated in my Nikes
Oh, you caught a body? Doesn't excite me (fool)
All
diamonds on my chain
Surrounded by bad bitches I can't get 'em out my face
Maybe 'cause a nigga handsome and wealthy
Is it 'cause a nigga cook like
check with me when y'all want y'all shot
It's ten shooters in my hood for every one y'all got
Ay, look, I had to dumb it down for niggas, you gotta do
and thin we heartless-ass G's
Regardless, let's see with biphocles, don't try the loco's
And y'all wonder why they despise my vocals
I fooled you like
blowin' and lightnin' flashed about,
I thought someone was calling me I thought I heard a shout.
Then at that moment lightning struck not twenty yards
Systems check
Five
You ready?
Four
Haha
Three
It's time I leave it all behind
Two
One
And we have lift off
It's time for me to BLAST OFF
I've been
whip, cause she was slaving
Niggas wearing capes out here, and these hoes, they be saving
You was a good kid all your life, you got grown and start
the night
I’ll guide you through the lightnin'
Stay close by my side
Za’u oe fru iknimaya
Nìftxavang ting mikyun, ting nari
Tompayä kato, tsawkeyä kato
Sì
in new york i'ma ban him
Cook em, Cook em like a pork now i'm that on
You would not believe your eyes
I speak but they think they're lies
Times going
In the kitchen, stove clicking while you looking back
I'm looking too, I look at you like "let me cook in that"
I'm cutting thru while you working
Zaytoven
Super
You can feel the pain on a young nigga you hear me?
Future Hendix
Young rich nigga
Fucking bad bitches
That's all I know (that's
grieve
Please don't talk we gone put you beneath
Kill or be killed imma die by the streets
Cuz This is real life
Grinding through the mud I won't stop
I met you in a club in Atlanta, Georgia
Said me and my homeboy were coming out with an album
You looked at me like, "Yeah, nigga right"
But you
Fuck a intro imma kill it
I stay double-cupped and you know imma sip it
I ain't from the raq but you know imma drill it
Don't need to impress niggas
Y'all know y'all done messed up now right?
Mmmm mmmm, fo' real
You know, you messed up, I'm not laughing
All y'all beats is soundin the same,
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