Lyrics:
food was 40 cents
Money was without luck or gambling
I should have played the hotspot when Blake told me not to play hotspot
cnd then Jackson and Bailey
God (yeah)
Oh God (boy)
Yeah, G.O.O.D. (MMG, nigga)
Chain all V.S. I ain't with the B.S
Catch me in your city riding hard through the B.X
The
Going Gets Rough
I Ain't Scared Of
Your Brother
I Ain't Scared Of No Sheets
I Ain't Scare Of Nobody
Girl When The
Goin' Gets Mean
(L. T. B. Rap
B. Screet
Lil Pump
Lil Pump saved the Rap game like a poet (yeah)
Lil Pump saved the Rap game like a poet
Smokepurpp saved the Rap game like a poet
B. Screet
Lil Pump
Lil Pump saved the Rap game like a poet (Yeah)
Lil Pump saved the Rap game like a poet (Woo woo)
Smokepurpp saved the Rap game
Dictum. He focus.. he focuses his clever dick mentality on himself.
A. He looks at July roses yet does not have the mentality to cut them himself.
B.
Dictum. He focus.. he focuses his clever dick mentality on himself.
A. He looks at July roses yet does not have the mentality to cut them himself.
B. He
Hi kids. I’m Captain Jackson. Are you ready for a pirate adventure?
A! A, a, a. Adventure. A a.
B! B, b, b. Beach. B b.
C! C, c, c. Captain. C c.
it
and Cali-G in California is 'bout it, 'bout it
Mo B. Dick (if you 'bout it) you know he's 'bout it 'bout it
Nick Pokey you know he's 'bout it
might eat it
If she fine, if she ain’t bitch get deleted
Young nigga came in hon, yeah yeah
Came on the black friend
Then came on the white friend
B.
Walker, Bishop Noel Jones
Moms Mabley, Reverend Blake Scott
Aretha Franklin, Reverend Jamal Bryant
Dorothy Dandridge, Richard Pryor
Lena Horn, Samuel
[Outro:]
B. Right, you're a genuis - yeah
Matta, Marley vive, Julio Boca, Johnny Rivers,
Sextreme, Sting, B. B. King, Anthony Quinn,
les pido por favor que paren de venir.
Paren de venir, paren de
Take my card
Ouu are you kidding me
Need to change yo energy
Only barbies sit with me
You cant hang unless you
Higher than B. Lincoln
Benjamin Franklin
york
More green I can hawk cause I can talk the talk
So don't try to stalk cause my style brings more
I rock it from the billy ocean to the al b.
York
More green I can hawk cause I can talk the talk
So don't try to stalk cause my style brings more
I rock it from the Billy Ocean to the Al B.
verse with action, shifty like lamar jackson
Stay back! I say facts amaze tracks with blaze spats
Firing off retirement talks still styling off the same
dripping them purkin' bags she feel a lot Of pain
Blake the niggas standin' over his body let
The chopper sign
In my hood you ain't never seen Rollie custom
silenced
Michael, you de-Princed
Chuck B. Put a white girl in his car
And he crossed the line so you fenced him in them prisons?
Who is "you?", I'm
to me in the benz truck too
Fuck all y'all non-believers
I roll wit god, the squad and ts
Out wit the b.s
We platinum, they even doubted jesus
Niggas is
in the heavy weights
I live by the street code you can never call me fake
To much money to fucking hate got a white boy name they call me Blake
Got
closure
I'm Nas I'm Pac I'm B. I.G mixed with Hova
Ya'll never tell me shit I'm young but gettin' older
I'm here to bring the heat coz rap game is colder
boaw)
Talkin' reckless, stripped him from his son, prayin' for that bastard
And you know how Gizzle be, free B. Gizzle (free the gang)
Til it's backwards
McClain-Electric Guitar
M. B. Cotton Drums
Crystal Jackson Background Vocals
Crystal Jackson Background Vocals
Cheryl Lockett Background Vocals
Carol J. Toca
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