Lyrics:
, tellin' 'em, tellin' 'em, tellin' 'em
Now I'ma show 'em
Her posse beat me by the threes, I call 'em Reggie Miller
She roll my weed in giant ?, she tall
wanna make a million)
(Legit, as the world turns)
(As the world keeps turnin' round and round)
(Burn baby burn)
A lot of niggaz get burned as the world
That ain't no way to treat your lover
Ain't no way to act with feelings
Baby, better start turnin' 'em down
Now it's a brave new wave we're roarin'
flashing your soul
That ain't no way to treat your lover
Ain't no way to act with feelings
Baby, better start turnin' 'em down
Now it's a brave new wave
That ain't no way to treat your lover
Ain't no way to act with feelings
Baby, better start turnin' 'em down
Now it's a brave new wave we're roarin'
Y'all niggas scared by a dog, I got my fo'-fo' for y'all
It's like a hot, heated day homie, warfare don't play homie
Better be prepared than try to dunk
with no records sold (Yeah)
I'm Manhandling rappers with no effort
So imagine what'll happen when I start applying pressure
Guillotine flow who ready
And it's going down like Santa in the chimney,
You don't ball break ya baby back ribs,
You need more assistance than the handicap kids
Now the beautiful
'em
Break down every system but still be growin'
So sick that they might need some Ibuprofen
Off the deep end
Bars with the depths of oceans
Sub-zero
niggas stealin' Fresh tracks) We let 'em burn nigga
We let 'em burn nigga, we let 'em burn nigga
(All these niggas hatin' Cash Money) We let 'em burn nigga
niggas stealin' Fresh tracks) We let 'em burn nigga
We let 'em burn nigga, we let 'em burn nigga
(All these niggas hatin' Cash Money) We let 'em burn nigga
bitches to
"come to my hotel" to livin' in one
Man I ain't never backed down from shit
I got heart you know
The 40? Not an opening act
When it start to show
better know me
Shape the gold teeth, CD be, bring the clip shells
And Olde E and gats, so no one gets close to me
And down to scrap, raise em from
your nigga still drink Pinnacle
Bitch, your taste is pitiful
I talk cash shit, you ain't cash shit, call up Baby Choppa, Cash Kidd, and spend my cash
Then we need a verse for the Swifties
Top say drop, you better drop and give 'em fifty
Pipsqueak, pipe down
You ain't in no big three, SZA got you
the past
Said money come first well then you come last
Either live by it or die by the code
The cash will make niggas start selling they soul
How can we live
I’m bodyin’ all of ‘em!
Been wit’ the shit whenever
You switched ya clique to better, your stock
Then switched your feathers
Ain’t that prove you was
reserve
Debo me, buck fifty slice on ya neck
I ain't gotta be ezel to put this knife to ya chest
Im like that you swing on me I fight back
You see ya baby
you
Better kill that white boy"
And I don't know what race you are
You straight trash
We ain't in the same weight class
Plus you look like you wearin'
it, huh
Bitch, I'm toxic
Kickin' your shit, you better watch it, whoa, whoa
Just unzipped my pants
Cash stuffed down all in my pockets (pockets)
freaky
It's ya birthday better get on
She turnin up by the beat of this song
I know I love what I see ina thong
Pass to the bro I was fuckin to long
Like
the clip
30 shots
Fire rain down down
30 shots
Fire rain down down
Al the time x2
world
keeps turnin
& turnin
Fire in me
Keeps burin
& burnin
my life
Baby, listen to these words
You might make it out if you
Decide to start a purge (A purge)
Clique of wild niggas come and
Kick it with
tires turnin' on the Hellcat
Casanova, I got all these bitches down bad
Down bad
I got 'em down bad
Pockets overflowin', double dosin', yeah I like that
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