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(Verse 1)
1 We’re all very different, laying down game,
2 what you playin, what I’m saying, don’t be cray,
3 down for whatever, go head clever,
4
like that kush cologne
Waiting on big bruh to come home
Counting up checks while I'm getting dome
Sipping on lean, out the Styrofoam
Got an extendo
Getting it
Getting dat gwop
Sess 4-5
Aye yo I get it in, package it and get it out
Count it all, stack it up
Gettin gwop is what I'm bout
Money ain't shit
Getting it
Getting dat gwop
Sess 4-5
Aye yo I get it in, package it and get it out
Count it all, stack it up
Gettin gwop is what I'm bout
Money ain't shit
the fucking guide
Ahhahaha
And bet you guess for now
I'm not even sad and depressed and that mess no
I'm getting fucked up by the pain and they train for that
I
[Liffy Stokes]
The stress of everyday living is slowly corrupting my soul
I'm 2 months out the joint on papers walking with 3 years parole
I did 4
not dead!
CUSTOMER: Yes, he is.
DEAD PERSON: I'm not!
MORTICIAN: He isn't.
CUSTOMER: Well, he will be soon, he's very ill.
DEAD PERSON: I'm getting
do what I'm doing
I'm straight out the mud
I ain't trust a soul if they ain't got my blood
With all that iv been through done made me a stud
With all
this shit, god damn
Check this shit out, though
Now pussy player haters say that I'm too raw with it
But y'all thinking' cause I be talking shit
shit
This that category 5, this that quake, bitch
See I'm so funked out, like out of here
Like blue lights in the basement
And it's a red state, in
*Liffy Stokes*
the stress of everyday living is slowly corrupting my soul
Im 2 months out the joint on papers walking with 3 years parole
I did 4
[Liffy Stokes]
the stress of everyday living is slowly corrupting my soul
Im 2 months out the joint on papers walking with 3 years parole
I did 4
a bitch, but I can see
I got everything, you got nothing
But you ain't got nothin' on me
Oh, I'm getting money like a motherfucker (Mr. HD)
Yeah, money
getting pussy with our personality
We getting pussy with our personality
We getting pussy with our personality
Honestly I'm like a seven with my hair
Yell
I be rhyming in the stud
Y'all niggas know I'm good
Short comings ain't cool
It's like diving in the poo
Rhyming rhyming in the stud
Y'all
a speech (like verses out koran, it's too deep) [x4]
If a weak crevy, bleed ghetti, sauce he's gonna need help from
Jesus or geeznod to bless him for
And say what is this
A gang of player niggas
That's out for dough
Getting money 24
Lil' hawk fo' sho'
Geah
[lil hawk]
Peeping my nigga
We fucking hoes by
can't complain now (no more)
Shit, I'm the mayne now, in and out my own town
I'm getting pages out of New Jersey from Courtney B
Telling me about
Shawty want to come back over cause she seen man them in four by four
046 getting dead-nominations till I be forty-four
Ay
Lil bit this
Lil bit that
can't complain now (no more)
Shit, I'm the mayne now, in and out my own town
I'm getting pages out of New Jersey from Courtney B
Telling me about
Friday to Friday stay-be baby
plus stylus, sippin on Berry's iris
My windfall- be rich by sixteen
Swimmin in CREAM, fuck a dollar and a dream
Saw her
morning whatever she wanting im getting it by any means
Gorilla a solider the ape and warrior i feel like one hell of king
I’m thuggin
Came From out
in a bar room, Lord
Turnin' them songs into two-by-fours
Dreamin' 'bout the day that I'm sittin' by the fire
Huddled with my honey in her Country
a missing uncle and another need a kidney flip
Face says I been stressed
I got a aunt getting her ass kicked by MS
Nigga, why am I here? For the look, for
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