Lyrics:
I'm wit'a bad bitch
With a black glick and it's plastic (Glock)
See y'all niggas been talking mad shit
And till we catch u stretch u like u elastic
By
touch is all I need
Got me feeling weak, so before you leave my side
Come back over here and give me something to remember you by
You by, you by, you
it
Pay attention to Prince and pushin' everything about to pump it
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch
do it to you. Also called the Chumbawamba-move.
This is the show where all of your dreams can come true. We've got all the liqour you can drink,
slipped
The Mac is cuttin records and punks are gettin ripped
Gangster I am, bust the lyrics like a drive-by
You wanna sleep? Well, it's lights out,
just some things you should know
You gotta live by the code
It's real when you stay on this road
Cuz I stay by the trap spot
I done got burned on this
THE Alices's
Restaurant anti-massacre movement! And all you gotta do to join is to
Sing it the next time it comes around on the guitar
With feelin'
You
that's really all I want
Let me see it
Give it up, give it up you got it
Show we what you got, you got it
Give it up, give it up you got it
Take it
that's really all I want
Let me see it
Give it up, give it up you got it
Show we what you got, you got it
Give it up, give it up you got it
Take it
song, it's all for you
Sing my song, it's all for you
If I don't hear from you by tomorrow
I hope you come back and learn from your mistakes
Come
to fill this hole in my heart
And I got nowhere to go, when it all falls down
Got nowhere to run, when it all runs out
Drownin' my sorrows with bottles
Too
it's time to get ill I pour it on my face
Monkey tastes def when you pour it on ice
Come on y'all it's time to get nice
Coolin' by the lockers getting
I know she got it ?cause she lookin? at me like she want it
She drop it low, make me wanna throw some d's on it
Whatever it is you can't stop it
I know she got it ?cause she lookin? at me like she want it
She drop it low, make me wanna throw some d's on it
Whatever it is you can't stop it
niggas ferocious
Only violence and drugs, there was nothin' for us
All I had was this music, I couldn't afford to do much
'Cause I got chillin' by
And as long as I got my suit and tie
Imma leave it all on the floor tonight
And you got fixed up to the nines
Let me show you a few things
All pressed up in
And as long as I got my suit and tie
Imma leave it all on the floor tonight
And you got fixed up to the nines
Let me show you a few things
All pressed up in
right
Oh yes we got it going on, that's all right
Girl we got it going on, that's all right
Your love is mine
Rude! Now people you can't tell me
Snupe
You ain't cum yet" and she know I run that
I got a hundred fucking
Thousand views on Cosmic
Kev and it ain't been a month yet
I'm doing it
Nigga
(Maybe in this song, you shouldn't start by saying)
Nigga, I said it, I know that you mad
I've emptied the clip over friendlier jabs
You mentioned
got tricks in the stash
Stacking up the cash
Fast when it comes to the gas
By no means average
She's on when she's got to have it
Baby, you
I know mama credit quite good
So I'm out here with this dope money got a big body in my hood
Nigga you see it, better believe it, this what I'm bout
lost, I got lost girl
Give away the day you were mine
C?mon
Oh, I got lost, double-crossed
Your lovin, give it to me all night long
(Instrumental
figure out what's acceptable
The man behind the Cardigan, that album is impeccable
My niggas got the loud homie, if it's stressin' you
We lampin' in
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