Search results for 'Neighborhood Matching Fund'

Neighborhood girl
My neighborhood girl
You could be my
Neighborhood girl
My neighborhood girl
Neighborhood girl
Yeah yeah
Matching your energy
Ride to infinity

the drugs
I'm your neighborhood scientist
Experiment with all the drugs
I am your neighborhood scientist

Might pull up, a Maybach or Audi
My diamonds

shit it's never enough
I eat it I beat it we nut and we blunt
Linking one time and been fucking for months
She hold it down so I'm upping her funds
She

Monogrammed handbags and matching Prada shoes
They've got their autographed snapbacks and daddy's new BMW
They've got their personal trainers, sky's

communism and socialism
Until they find a way that
Those could benefit 'em
Penthouse, strip 'em down
Take it back, to the neighborhood
Let's give it out

Check it, uh

Came out the slums in the V's, I begun
Constantly workin' on my rhymes while collectin' my funds
And still, took me some time to get

Go go go go go funds out
You's a bad little jawn love your angles
Told me you don't f*** wit n*** what's ya angle
Got me hooked from your look

Go go go go go  funds out
You's a bad little jawn love your angles
Told me you don't fuck wit niggaz what's ya angle
Got me hooked from your look

New machine gas scooter
Came from china Foreign
Yellow sport motor bike
Matching helmet rollin
From the caves thumbs up
High scene view from ocean

the drip I don't practice it (Nah)
Zubbi on me only dank in it (Crow)
When I deliver no matching it
My bro he deliver no stamps on it (None)
Flipping

working
You just gotta get your mind right
You just gotta pack the funds tight
Cut the excess right up out your life
Pray ya come back some time
All things

New Year new me, new shit got gas in this bitch,
Double Entendres Im matching and shit,
Nah I ain't matching or passing my shit on the top floor

blunts
And losing track of my funds
Them Tens Nickels and Ones
Dubs Fifties and Hundreds
War is going on inside and I ain't safe from it
Triple tears in

made campus so shit
Dear MTL
Your school has languished
The wind of our freedom swiftly vanquished
Your funds have increased, our fun has vanished
What

Flamboastin'

E-40

Loyalty and Betrayal [Clean]

2000

just to name a few (a few)
Straight Flam boast, that's what we "Do"

Flamboastin'yolking, dip-n-flowin'
Through your neighborhood unseen-n-sparcing

see me you see guns
When you see me you see funds
Aye
Got that stick you better run
We want all the smoke
We want all the beef
Leave a nigga in

Yeah we go 2 up 1 down
Pass it I'm a walking touchdown
Look I don't give fuck now
Run me my funds now
For your ass gets run down

You know my car
You

worried bout insufficient funds
Only heat that I had on me was a water gun
PBJs for lunch
Racin my friends was the only time I made that run
Nostalgia

with me, this is no dice 
I'll show you just how slow you can bleed out on a cold night 

My hand is folded, my neighborhood exploded 
You think I ain't

the mud, I'm tryna come back with some funds
That's how you rinse it nigga

I come back to my school they say I am that nigga
I am that nigga
I do's it

Most are named after streets
And neighborhoods in the
Borough during the rehearsals
For Fashion Rocks, the New York
Fashion Week concert fund raiser

run like Forrest Gump
Great minds think alike me and Tate copped the matching pumps
Bout that cash
In them rubberbands
Play and you get slumped
Drums

so fed up
I see my views ain't been matching my fund
They keep saying that my time a come
My homies called said he back on the run
No love in my city

he wan make funds
I told that little nigga go cunch then
And I ain’t in to the fronting
Had to do mans face like pumpkin
OT trips getting funds in
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