Lyrics:
And she come and, let me ride like Über
Then I teach lil' momma how to ride lil smoother
Baby girl, gimme clues, no blues uh
Her love prolly right by
' cheddar, nigga (lil' bit)
Gotit gon' get 'em a load (go get it)
Zip it, hush, no tellin', nigga (zip it)
Or you gon' get hushed by the pole (shh)
You
it, set it up (lil' bitch)
Burn you like a cigarette, boy you can't hang with us
With that crazy shit, but I don't do no angel dust (nah)
Fuck
hoes off me
For' I fuck everybody
I'm bout catching bodies
You ain't bout nothin
I can tell by the way you post yo guns
Yeah lil' boy you stuntin'
I can
lil' partner)
And so we fell off the spinning tops (I should've spit on it when I finished, ya heard me?)
Don't know, maybe for trial (ATL)
Retarded
Hey, make this beat
Yeah yeah, uh huh, yeah lil pussy nigga die
Yeah yeah, uh huh, yeah your mama really cry
Yeah yeah, uh huh, that lil boy up in
niggaz who pumpin
Lil' Blood got popped, by the Group Home cat
Everybody nervous in the hood, pullin they gats
Fiend yellin out, who got those? Go
and do a push up
You smokin' all my purple kush up
Don't make me push and rook up
Get you touched up, I lift my wrist up, yup, yup
Now niggas know Lil
homicide
Used to move with the Rupers
Talk shit, we'll shoot ya
At your dice game, rob ya for your moolah
It's like that cash rules everything
Fiends strung
loose leaf
Told that lil bihh that she cool
Red bottom dripping kool-aid
Got the top down playin Screw
Taking these drugs by the two
Rollin just like
The drugs turning into amenities
I try so hard to be better now
But they only see the obscenities
I thought I already told you
This shit is old news
OPF we
Oreos I'm popping pills by my lonely
And fuck friends cause my friend turn phony
Slow down the drugs starting control me
New juice but they missing
Where selling them drugs is done by the thugs
Creepin' up slow with no clue what I'm doing
'Cus killers and dealers go with the cap peelers
Where stealing
rings but that ain't about this
What you bout b****
Excuse my French emotion in my passion
But I wear my heart on my sleeve like it's the new fashion
rings but that ain't about this
What you bout b****
Excuse my French emotion in my passion
But I wear my heart on my sleeve like it's the new fashion
rings but that ain't about this
What you bout bitch
Excuse my French emotion in my passion
But I wear my heart on my sleeve like it's the new fashion
celebrities
Switching lanes with the thing
Keep it next to me
Shit I rob, I'ma serve 'em
My foot on the gas and I'm swervin'
I be pulling out fast like a virgin
is crazy
Never kept it on the low
I let everyone know that I had a lil baby
Tried my best to feel your pain
Same shit, new day
You know what? Fuck it,
Fishie)
Show me them lil’ racks and its a robbery bitch (I’m gon rob you)
Got a curve on the stick it ain’t no hockey stick (this ain’t no hockey stick)
Ooo lil b**ch I'm up Ooo
On hella drugs Ooo
Piss in my cup Ooo
We let the shots out the draco
We f**k em up Ooo
I let the b***h hit the gas once
Now
better off a bottle
I talk better off da drugs
I wasn't up dey ain show me no love
Wan fill erybody up wit hallows
Nigga really hattin dey said I
now (Bag)
My new bitch poppin' them tags now (Tag)
Pretty lil' thing in Chanel now (Bag)
I ain't takin' no more L's now (L's)
I ain't cuffin' no more, I
the crew
You never judge a book by it's cover
It been NLMB before G Herbo
I never left my brother
I walk in this bitch like Lil
Came in on ten, leaving
mony and drugs we know these things
(Know these things)
Bitches fallin' in love, we show them things
Cause..
We are, so extreme (so extreme)
So
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