Lyrics:
No big up our gun men, seen? (Big up, big up)
Cuh dis ah 94' when ah RAA fi kill people and kyaan dun
Nuh waan pussy hole hold di kaanah
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No big up our gun men, seen? (Big up, big up)
Cuh dis ah 94' when ah RAA fi kill people and kyaan dun
Nuh waan pussy hole hold di kaanah
Watch
(Just some men that's on the mic)
I'm like Slick Rick the Ruler but I'm cooler than a Calvin
My mom's name is June, my pops name is Alvin
I'm not
they'll be forming they the boss but your shawty in my crib going down like the economy
Men I'll be on a different level
I'm devoted to this game: open
nowhere to run
Say hi to your mom, I’m killing her son
Wish I could tell you what we do for fun
Wish I could tell you we do it for fun
Wish I could tell
a straw
But I'm so sorry you cannot take a sip from your cup
Until you have your sippy tube
We can go to the musical
Just to watch the people watch
Classico it’s a classic (derby)
Trap make it whip with no magic (whip it)
We lost some soldiers it’s tragic (uhhh)
This blikky so long gotta drag it
My
playing games like children
Kind of hard to act like grown men
Who ever said life could be so simple a lot on your mental
Too much that we been through
can we compromise
(Hope you understand can we compromise)
Men Cry
Grieving and going through your true feelings
How did you go about that
What is
behind
Down the street to go to Max's Party
Drive like Magnums Ferrari
Throwing up your mom's locked Bacardi
The whole school thought the vodka had gone
Bank account the 6 figure size
Name me one shemak weh ah neva mack
Started running these streets since 95
I'm that nigga your mom said that you
Bought a foreign with a v8
Everything you do cheapskate
These hoes look at your's as bait
I make money don't make
I don't holla' I just make these
blood thirsty, certainly kill those who hunt me
My Made Men worthy, putting slugs through your derby (yeah)
Benzino make you fanito (what)
You're all
Hey, can your mom come out and play?
Played drums never judges
Got some hearing damage Retin-A
Recycles no fuss
Smokes green and goes to PTA
She
di woo men Evuchago Koke
My men my men di kpoyi men Akwachago Code
Your Men are turning snitch fa Amaro the broCode
Ọsuọ m kwulu at ease Kpọ my Mom na
Fully-loaded clip my brain up to the ceiling
Money money, hoes, clothes, nigga that's all we know
(On my mom and 'em)
Murder murder, kill get your fucking
chasing paper
Getting books with my niggas
So how the fuck can people back home say I shook on my niggas
Your two cents ain't working for me
All you
Money long
Brawny strong
Fresh and green
Cash blue
Mr. Clean
Fresh like Mr. Clean
Foreign whip I'm in
Michelin
Pockets stay full
Full of many men
When Jack was born
He winked at Mom
Her pretty face was the first he saw
Was Jack wrong because he loved Mom?
Things were bad, before they got
right on bro
You as men are the prize just fly solo
It's like I'm finally being seen
Don't allow your girl to let herself go
Ewww gross
If she does bro
sister startin fuck for them checks now
Your brother startin to fuck wit the wet now
In and out the hole how you gon make parole
Atleast Do it for your mom
Going in won't show no mercy
Hitting home runs this is not a Derby
Touch my chain now my fingers hurting
Jacket on but I'm still Cold like
straight swerving, knock you off like derby
Still running they mouth, bih it's never gone hurt me
Try knocking me off?
Now that don't even concern me
Heard
you to take a ride
So put your space suit on
Say goodbye to your mom
Get a kiss from your dog
Wave from your lawn
We wanna see you gone
Ooh, better
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