Lyrics:
across the room
Um my partna with me
Yo friend has been looking at my partna, so why don't we stop playing games
You know what I'm saying, we got some good
gone keep me stationed
I ain't coming up off nun nigga gone have take it, or kill me
Beefing with my partnas they ain't feel me
I can't go for hoe shit
got five on it
I got five on it
Partna, let's go half on a sack
Sie komm' mich abholen für die Schule
Und bring' mich danach zurück
Und in der Pause bin
Khumbul' ulala on my shoulders ay
Truth be told
Was you who really had my soul
Isithembiso me to you
All my partna's know bout you
Awuʼthembi? Buzʼ uJayboo
like a deli yeah we need all that bread
Im from the Nawf posted with the hittas but my 800 niggas from Wrens
No I'm not friendly don't call me yo partna
Mafio, Big Boo, Gator
All the fallen soldiers man, Southside
Eastside, Westside, Northside, know I'm saying
All my partnas, all your dead partnas
But shit,
bread with all my niggas, where's the love nigga
This shit here god given, i know my momma with me
I know my partna's wit me, ya'll nigga gotta feel me
niggas you chilling with and calling ya partna
Niggas quick to say, "I love you bro you know I got ya"
They plotting on ya downfall the whole time ya
Partna cross
Me
Who u had
Tuh go and
Do dat
Catch him slippin
I had to do dat
Why tf u made
Me do dat
She was pose
To be my lil baby
She was
40 wit da d**k it don't jam
Came Along Way From The Bottom
I used to rob wit my Partnas
On the road tryna get me some dollars
We ain't Neva play cops
all on a vibes
Tell yo partnas don't wild
Enjoy it while it last
Party duh geh wild
Somebody goin wild
Buh leh we gan inside
Welcome to deh vi
the pressure
Makin you a weak nigga
Snitchin On ya partna
Swear to god you ain't street nigga
Got man locked up
His family can't eat nigga
Game time
Run the bag
31, 1999
There's no more time for fake partnas, there's only time for my grind
All of my friendships came about, because of the verses I say
That
how it go, fa sho
Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, fo'
I'ma come down, it's your partna Z-Ro
Never been a hoe, never been a broad
Every night
ride
Gotta let this shit vibe
Boy it's true your closer partna always the one to fold
And he riding with you knowing that he done told
Gotcha feeling
a pro
If you mix it right i promise they a never no an younaint taking
Shit from me i been trained to go all my partna's in the ground pen
Or parole
block
Partna we gon' spray back
Invade our area
Partna we invade back
Im so fly
They keeping askin how high
High like a G5 with my marley inside
talking bout no weave
But watch the choppa leave him twisted
I’m a rider that’ll kill yo ass spin the block and all
I got partnas that just live for that
from the streets
You think it's sweet
Until I up
Skirt skirt
I ride around with a choppa
And all my partna's
And we get it poppin
You say it's up
right in the hills
That means I gotta go way harder than I did last year
My partna told me they be plotting so I keep my eyes peeled
I feel just like
(Free my partna out the joint)
Fuck them niggas they some cunts
All I wanna smoke is runtz
This shit hittin' just like ah punch
Ate at blue fish for
up them blues
Don't spend it all on them bitches
Fronting yo move, we upping the tool see what you get fuh that dissing
Partnas be bogus so no
act the hardest
Riding round with my partnas flossing
I be fly ion need a carpet
Shawty called me
Said Ima be a star just like Robert Downey
Jr sr but
you partna I do not honor you partna
Just on the road bagging up bowls
Tryna get rich offa iPhone
If you not on the time that I’m on
If you not
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