Lyrics:
food, baby momma need fin
You know me, New York cap on
Batman whip that I got off a rap song
I'm the fan with the illegal strap on
Teflon n a wife beater
I-I-I-I-I-I see some hoes'
In here
Ayo' TrackBoyz,
It's cool if I bring my other cats
From St. Louis on this one?
Come on.
Girl as you came
of the mix and now I'm fixated
Drift off, I'm having dirty thoughts, X-rated
You got that touch girl, you give me cat scratch fever
Withdrawals every time you
Selling cookies by the gram, you can call me a Boy Scout
I'm like 21 savage if I got a problem it's a lot
Tryna cop a fade, bitch got the fuck out before we
My ba-by kissed me good-night, and I am glad to relate
That by the time I got home, I was feeling great
I climbed up the door and o-pened
All tracks but no train, he got all board, but no game
Indecisive boy, can't make up his mind, like he plays smash but with no main
Got a big head
no
I already have a friend
(Can you hear)
Over and over she' reeling me in
Oh nobody has to know
But I got to let her go
So I have to walk on bye
(She
Pooh you a fool for this (hah)
Hear this shit ayy, ayy, hmm, hmm, hmm
Ayy, hmm, hmm, hmm, ayy quando Rondo nigga
I got some voices in my head
I
you missin
Got a bad yellow bone, bitch, suck my dick got me swervin' and shit, ayy
Never have a problem, but I got one, fake niggas actin' like
Damn girl
I can't believe you fucking cheated on me
This fucking hurts I'll get over it
But first I gotta expose you haha BadBoy RDW8
Have you ever
family, but what could I say?
Keep yo' head up and try to keep the faith
And pray for better days
Better days, better days, hey!
Better days, got me
family, but what could I say?
Keep yo' head up and try to keep the faith
And pray for better days
Better days, better days, hey!
Better days, got me
and now I'm out for my claim
You got a bite like cats banned by name just out for the fame
I got a bite like Hannibal Lector let out his restraints
I
Words and music by Willie Dixon
The gypsy woman told my mama
On the day I was born
Oh, you got a boy child comin'
Oh Lord, he's gonna be a sun
I heard you cooking dope
It's facing time cause it's locked up
If I got the dope facing time
Bitch I'm piped up
He asking for too much
Check his
table, around
my head is spinning,
and i´m felling dizzy right now
it´s been so many days
i lost counting them down
you said you came to take me
but you
bitch and I just made her cream like Oreo
Why you playing with my name lil nigga you don't know me doe
Push up In that fucking coupe
Got diamonds on my
Said I'd be gone by five
But it's sunrise and I'm still in your bed
Goodnight usually means goodbye
Me, replaying memories in my head
Look
lettin you know where to buy the new Fat Joe gear (that's right)
Five sixty (five sixty) only the Squad ride with me
Unless you a Bad Boy, and roll
on my moms
That's the squad motto, got beef we call Rallo
Dame Un Trago, he go to war wit a bottle
Simple as dat, flip out the mack and cripple a cat
in yo building and we'll step up on yo floor if you ain't know
Stepping on that boy, now he just don't know
Bitch I tote, yea I got that 19 stashed up
That's my girl
Who's been working so so hard you got that head on overload?
Got yourself this stress out body aching now from head to toe
Ain't
ra trust me your life gone end there
One snap guarantee to make you famous
One glock on my side bitch I'm dangerous
I keep a pistol by my side just
test luck
In the cat man fuck a truck
When there’s war you know it’s stuck
Pole on me I keep it tucked
18 what I got I got more charges than my
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