Lyrics:
niggas be going all out
So I don't go dumb 'cause the gun might fall out
Trust me dog I'm the nigga you shouldn't call out
I'm looking at your teeth
chillin'
With my feet up, these are vacation days
Doesn't really matter tho I'm out here,
Pop a wheelie flow, put in so much hard work
At 24, I became
"but it ain't really
Time to get married yet we're
Still learning each other
Feeling each other out" Not that it
Matters: the story has been
Printed
don't hold it, lovin' that potent
I'm drinkin' and smokin', it still got me goin'
These bad hoes is gruntin', their booties is pokin'
Out them little
Your bitch be feeling me
So ya'll niggas hate me
Cause your wives be our groupies
Ya'll irritate me
Like loud people in the movies
Fall back, matter fact
Pullin' all that shit out on a Sunday night
Neighborhood superstars, cars, and broads
Everybody wan' fuck a Hot Boy
Mercedes trucks
Lexus trucks
now I'm chilling
With my feet up, these are vacation days
Doesn't really matter tho I'm out here
Pop a wheelie flow, put in so much hard work
At 24, I
see me with Boy Better Know
I've got some sort of firearm in the pocket
So if I don't send for the bucky and pop it
Send for the taser
Put it on a pussy
pockets on swell
The number one D-boy, Mr fishscale
I don't fuck around with snitches who tell
Put holes in your brain
Leave bodies to smell
I'm out here
in the movies
Fall back, matter fact back down
'Cause I just passed security without no pat down
You can catch me in the bathroom blowing a sticky
(Shine) I'mma spend it 'til it's gone
(Shine) Don't know when I'm coming home
(Shine) Pop X and drank Cris'
(Shine) My life is the shit
I'mma Hot Boy
place and loves the way I treat her
Singing out Aretha
All over the track like a feature
And never wants to sleep, I guess that I don't want to either
But
making them scatter
Wake up in the morning i grind thats word to my cats
Yeah
I don't care if he's bro
It doesn't really matter
A boy move fishy
A boy get
that?
BEN
(In the darkness BRIAN just makes out an emaciated figure, suspended on the
wall, with his feet off the ground, by chains round his wrists.
objective is to live lavish, rip mad kids
Jin stand out like Swiss ad libs
Compared to me, your shit's average, no matter how you come
Should've been spit
a winter pizza boy delivering with just a t shirt in the middle of winter my lips quivering
Nigger rings out the mouth
Of the south whites
Who don't
Game would say
"Hi!"s name in that manner
Many years went by
Still no legitimate answer
Anyway, I put out a mixtape in 12th grade
Hub City threat, minor
Hard
1,2 and 3
Watching DVD's
BIC never on easy street
Fall down 7 times get up 8 no matter where I be
On the map I keep that as my philosophy
struggling
Boys don't know and I'm tired of mean-mugging
So I get my nine out cause they got some static
Cock my shit back cause I got an automatic
Flem got
struggling
Boys don't know and I'm tired of mean-mugging
So I get my nine out cause they got some static
Cock my shit back cause I got an automatic
Flem got
a island boy
But you ain't walk out the house
With no sneakers on
Hawaiian made for the drink
Seven Eleven only thing I eat
Please do not judge
By the way
a island boy
But you ain't walk out the house
Wit no sneakers on
Hawaiian made for the drink
Seven Eleven only thing I eat
Please do not judge
By the way
a island boy
But you ain't walk out the house
Wit no sneakers on
Hawaiian made for the drink
Seven Eleven only thing I eat
Please do not judge
By the way
It smell like blue cheese
We get that paper by the loose leaf
Trying to cop a Maybach
You still buying Lucy's
Different page with the flow
I don't even
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