Lyrics:
Even she know her baby boy still be quick to Get with it
Keep messy hoes out the mix they ain't tryna Do shit but go run and tell a young
Nigga business
D-I-E boy you a die in this bitch don't play
I keep my rounds with me every day
I don't give a fuck about what you say
Walk in this bitch fresh
(Classics)
Still gon' bust a band
(How the fuck I ain't gon' do
That nigga? You know we gon'
Keep bustin' bands)
Still gon' drip down in designer
Only 100
Only 100
Only 100
Walk like a centipede
If you step 50 don't move with me
Speed do not change how I keep my feet
I only walk with
in witcha chronic main
$hort Dawg, I don't know why you tryin to leave this game
State to state, plenty hoes and plenty money to make
Writing raps,
the youngins making hits, classics, and dying in a couple years
Day ones to the top with me
Ain't no love you could buy from me
Just a mosque in the wild
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin' (yeah, not the mid is low now, turn the mics up some more)
Our music keeps you movin' what are
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin' (yeah, not the mid is low now, turn the mics up some more)
Our music keeps you movin' what are
bitch airplane mode code
No peacoat no time to change clothes, same clothes
Love if you living by the same code, G code, leave ho
Fuck it you dead
na'mean
To be honest I almost gave up on this love thing
But you know what they say, you never lose by loving
You always lose by holding back
And I'm glad
it out
The paparazzi flashes, and that they think that it's you
But they don't know that who you are is not what you do
True, we get it twisted when
some real gangster shit now
I quit that sad shit, I ain't trippin'
They don't fuck with me then fuck 'em
You don't want YoungBoy, baby? Come
On, know
are scandalous
Bitches don't give a shit
All a bitch want is a victim of ???
You ain't get no loyalty
'Cause a bitch gon' always scheme
They love
Do that girl like that boy you ought to be ashamed
The song wasn't about me and that ain't my name
We're young, in love, in short we had fun
No
Whip I drive? Owned by me, wrists and neck, anti-freeze
Can it be? I'm who you dying to be'
Last of a dying breed, I'm Siamese
Twin pistol shooter
on fire, I'm frying my dinner
Quick like Sugar Ray Leonard, one love
Any boy get served like tennis
Menace, you call a rap bulldog
Me and my pen form
And I sure do hope that you feel like I do
Can't let this go, what can I say?
I just don't know, my love ain't no trip for the weekend,
Here to stay for
You don't need to worry
Bout no bills you know I run it up
Anything you want I'll buy it
Smartwhip boy I was the plug
Date nights at the shard
We can
Swing my way
Let me take you somewhere that I'm headed, baby
You can play
Treat you like my hustle, you know I'll be on that all day
I'm on the block
I've been tied down by who you thought I should've been
But you don't know me like I do, no
Do, no
Do, no
Do, no
I've been tied down by who you
it out
The paparazzi flashes, and that they think that it's you
But they don't know that who you are is not what you do
True, we get it twisted when
When I drop my album I'll be doing numbers all spring
You rappers might be Catholic, but you boys could never cross me, uh
(Breath) proceed with caution,
Creams, Eastlands, Reebok
Man don't even hate dawg
You can't lie
Them niggas fresh
Ima Wonda Boi
A real Wonda Boi
Why you wondering boy
I'm really wandering
sling it too
blessed your edges
the scars and scratches could not be fixed by bananas, you don't believe in false promise
false prophets we laid in
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