Lyrics:
and M-Easy (what up, fam?)
Oschino and Sparks and Freeweezy (holla!)
Mickey, Mallory, Chris and Neef, hey!
All I need is the love of my crew
The whole
and M-Easy (what up, fam?)
Oschino and Sparks and Freeweezy (holla!)
Mickey, Mallory, Chris and Neef, hey!
All I need is the love of my crew
The whole
whores were squishing and sucking
Had the pee scared out of me find Chris and Beth fucking
Say what you will about Jockstrap Zac
Pounding improv teammate
a couple grand
Cuz all they playing is 2k
A bunch a games had em balling
On the other hand, It didn't raise a question
So it left me with the upper hand
Not
bih 30 piece like Curry
Pockets got swoler like Terry
Had to switch the drip up call me Burberry Chery
Shawty too thick my queen got dairy
I see a thot
to boss you up
You ain't a boss yet
Bought a watch then told em voss that
Got the strap in my pants
I spent some racks on my pants
Revenge by storm
Bitch
the shit hit me
Mama ain't raise a sissy
Thermometer way they temp me
To do some shit
Leavin my noodle my split
Chris Bridges I'm Ludacris
Feel this is
C-O-D
And then this Old G, scold me and told me coldly
You keep it up and you will be dead like your homey
But I gotta redeem, get this cream by any
I'm strapped to a bomb
They call me lucky
Because of the charm
This is a stick up
Dont be alarmed so
Step up to raise it
You think it's my son
My motive
retiring
So Quiet G
Abide by the tyranny
Come to the private island and see
Come and die wit me
Tupac and Chris Wallace
Both skipped college
But are big
Pidgeon dropped a note on top my head
RnB, pop, girl's a thoroughbred
Run around the track, let me slow you down
Pick you up
Raise your cup, let love
your youngest children yeah
I put the recordin' of you beggin' for your
Life up in his Build A Bear
Make me mad and watch shit start flippin'
You
the tragic comedy nobody tells me
Less is more going nowhere
Recreating once again
You hurry up and wait for painful pleasures
Always ending once again
You
to strut my cool
'Cause mama didn't raise no fool
[Chorus]
Mama didn't raise no fool
Well my mama didn't raise no fool
You can't tell me what to do
niggas throw bullets like they name was Peyton
Bitch got good brain, she got education
Seven + one we pull up in formation
Chris Sabb get you gone without
deserve that steak from Ruth's Chris
Stupid witch tried to curve me? You stupid witch
Now that autograph cursive you stupid witch
Moses really from
food from my tummy
Ya bitch will tell me I’m yummy
But mama ain’t raise no dummy
Run up on you wit drummies
No band
No romance
Get that bread and be out
I just want to see niggas prosper
They just want to see a nigga locked up
Penitentiary will turn you to a monster
Don't get laid to rest by
I just want to see niggas prosper
They just want to see a nigga locked up
Penitentiary will turn you to a monster
Don't get laid to rest by
dude
He showed me his shoes, they were size fourteen
Them size fourteens ran up a tree, by themselves
I don't know how the shoes ran, but they did
Toad
sweet as entenmans
Chemical romance
Shorty like to pole dance
I bet you make the pole dance
With the ultra weak hands
Who cold as me
You say you hold
by night
Damn gotta love this life
Grind to ya shine turn bright
Thug thru the mud
Til you finally see the light
Everybody watching
But they all outta
fooled by what's spewed bout they income
Lose some you win some
Perception, shit'll give you grey hairs and then some
Inception are you living a dream
disrespect make him lay down
You can get it in the street
And I'm raised up
Nigga lay face down
Nigga give me that shit
What I'm posed to do
When a nigga
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