Lyrics:
with the phoneys, so
Don't you "Yo, what up, bro?" me
Shit, 'cause there's a lot
That gotta be spoken
And 'cause I look like me
The white kids copy quote
whip on chrome
My money long
I stand on top of the world and spit on Jones
Your album so what we heard you was coming soon
Yeah the song with
that you know it ain't a lie
So you raise up and don't ever let you down
All you got to do is mob without a frown
Just keep rising let your body be
Giving pleasure in the Benz-ito
Hitting fanny, spendin' chips at Manny's
Hope you creeps got receipts, my peeps get dirty like cleats
Run up in your
Run up in your crib, wrap you up in your Polo sheets
Six up in your wig piece, nigga decease
Muah!, may you rest in peace
With my Sycamore style, more
I said a hip hop, the hippie, the hippie
The hip hip hop and you don't stop the rockin'
To the bang-bang, boogie, say up jump the boogie
don't need you gettin' high and doin' bids for us
And listen up close all my wannabe thugs
The realest warriors was always motivated by love
They used
Who’s world is this, Mr. Jones asked
Said it was mine.... what I saw around me?? I could’ve laughed
But who would’ve known that it was bigger than
a good song for group singing. so if any of you feel like joining I
H me on this song, I'd appreciate it if you would leave -- right now.
About a maid
Now they're all gone
But I'm sure they try their best
To raise a little hell
In the place where they rest
You can call me crazy
But I know damn well
This is a call out to all the youth in the ghettos, suburbs, villages, townships. To all the kids who download this song for free. By any means.
livin' it up
One way or another you'll be givin' it up, huh
I guess 'cause I'm black born
I'm supposed to say peace, sing songs, and get capped on
But
stay woke
Bet you love dreamin', that's the only time you ain't broke
Try me, .40 make you back up off me like Dej Loaf and Big Sean
Get triggered
through the hood
Just stopped by to say what's up
And let you know
Your baby boy ain't doing so tough
And even though you passed
Going on four long
whip on chrome
My money long
I stand on top of the world and spit on Jones
Your album so what we heard you was coming soon
Yeah the song with
Niggas hate me cause I'm wearin' platinum every song go
Hoes love me cause I, cause I keep it comin' strong and yo
I'm a pimp with mine every time I
the music's up loud, man, I jones real bad
Lyric overload in club, in the boat
In Jeep, in America, Tribe goin' mad
Females vibe while my niggas just ride
the music's up loud, man, I jones real bad
Lyric overload in club, in the boat
In Jeep, in America, Tribe goin' mad
Females vibe while my niggas just ride
clout if your leg is getting gout
Keep my name out of your mouth before my gang invade your house
And tie your hands up like a scout
You won't be saved by
through the hood
Just stopped by to say what's up
And let you know
Your baby boy ain't doing so tough
And even though you passed
Going on four long
never be slayed or confined to a grave
Math key fade
What that means you were played
My exit was in the first Act
Covered up by authorities
Beguiled
Fuck another love song
Im not tryna hear no love jones
I wonder where the love gone
Ill be better off anyway
Run away from me baby
Please don't play
can show you one of God’s plans
If You remember me?
Hook
Wake Up!
Yeah I wish you all the best
While you wish me all the rest
It’s not a game tho
What's up, darlin'?
I been keeping my eye on your movement
I can't see no room for improvement
Why you all over there in your Jack Jones?
You
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