Lyrics:
the flavor popper
We gotcha, even haters jock us
These choppers invade the knockers then blocker
Disintegrating every chakra eager to off ya
You can bet
niggas actin up in the hood, send mo' troops
Why should I lie, when I can dramatize?
Niggas fell victim to my lyrics, now traumatized
Simply by spittin
Throwin the haters off and keep our folks next to us
For me to bust a Bay bitch she gotta be the thickest
I dig them Bay niggaz cause they Sic'Wid'It
with the lil' fish
I hit today, by tomorrow, she miss it
I grabbed her neck, she look up then I kiss it
I'm not a GOAT but I fit the description
I
but artillery to free us, motherfucker
Dear Mr. President, tell us what to do
These niggaz actin' up in the hood, send mo' troops
Dear Mr. President,
Change, shit
I guess change is good for any of us
Whatever it take for any of y'all niggas to get up out the hood
Shit, I'm witcha, I ain't mad
call these bitches
No patience for relations kiss my Rari bitches
Niggas don't know us, we never saw these niggas
You can hold this 30 out this 40
patience for relations kiss
My Rari bitches niggas don’t know us
We never saw these niggas
You can hold this 30 out this 40 nigga
You die, you hit forgis -
Change, shit
I guess change is good for any of us
Whatever it take for any of y'all niggas to get up out the hood
Shit, I'm witcha, I ain't mad
at the 'Kiss
'Cause I walk around with your whole advance on my wrist
Boning your women, drunk off Coronas and lemon
And you know I'm still writin' the mean,
at the 'Kiss
'Cause I walk around with your whole advance on my wrist
Boning your women, drunk off Coronas and lemon
And you know I'm still writin' the mean,
me when you miss me, girl
Tell me how you wanna kiss me, girl
Baby, hit me when you miss me, girl
Baby, baby
B-baby, baby
Hey
She send me
pissed 'cause it stays like this
And now they trying to send me off to Kuwait
Gimme a break
How much shit can a nigga take?
I ain't goin' nowhere, no
to pop me, to even try to stop me from grinding
I'm leaving you blinded by the size of Mo Thugs 'til you find us
All the nigga know what the hood like
Really bad and all that sun rots your
Brain but you have Ben to keep
You from going Hollywood on us
So I'm not worried wasn't
Ingrid's party a blast? Those
take it personal?
Unu talk bout don, you think me come fi don.
All me have fi do is send for the new gun.
Anything test dead!
Limb by Limb we are
Waiting for us to get up off the train and surround us
Or maybe I'm blowing this shit out of proportion
But this shit do happen to niggas very often
So fuck
Danger, tell these babies there's no
Space in the manger anybody get rude
I send for the head top rearranger
Go home and do the math
I'm Jme multiplied by
an actress, ten Golden Globes
But I'ma do it fuck it
I'ma hit and dub it (bap)
She tryna kiss in public
I Goyard the luggage
Nah they don't love us
That's
call these bitches
No patience for relations kiss my Rari bitches
Niggas don't know us, we never saw these niggas
You can hold this 30 out this 40
‘hold up'
Start spitting while I'm driving
Peel off, then roll up
You niggas better slow up
before you bang the fuck out
I aim, let it flame
Blow your
on the board
Is you motherfuckers hearin'? (hearin)
They send us off to war
Kill our kids and got paid to America
Open yo' eyes
(for real) these niggas played
I'd rather us have been
Bring me to the willow
Bring me to the willow
Bring me to the willow
That would send me off to you
I came back to the willow
us
Follow me down these wicked streets I grew up on
want to sound like us
Ain't nothing to do we come for you kiss mommy bye-bye you gone die
And I got
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