Lyrics:
shit from New Orleans
Players and pimps that bit off fiends
Quick, switch with the hands, powder blue Wally's is dyed, vanilla bBally's is mean
Kid
wit', that's how he treat your moms
Don't have a kid to hide a kid to hide again, be sure
Five percent will comprehend, but ninety-five is lost
Be
livin’, forgive my sinnin’
You know if I want it, I’m a go get it
Ridin’ ‘round the city, just me and you girl
Main bitch, got me like aah
Everytime I see
tires
Telling your soul and then performing with a choir
People, please, don't listen to these liars
Ladies and gentlemen, these, niggas is selling you
the door wide
Stolen Bonneville in New York High
Reversin' the plot
Last come, first one to rot, first in the glot
If I miss, circlin' the block
Yeah
Yo, son, you gotta take me to get them Clarks, man
Yo, check it out, yo
Yo, I got a new, yo, niggas don't even know, son
Yo, check
in her face in 3D
I know that's your home girl, but fuck it, on GP
And I don't like her brother, either, he probably put her up to it
Give me
kid
I'm done
No more violence
I just came in to enjoy the silence
I got my hand on the button still, don't know why I'm runnin'
But I'm-
Go
let me step up to bat
Attack a hit to go beyond this age of rap counterfeits
Out of the Heavens, August one, seven, sixty-nine
Born I, wonder why
need to go to the bank and get some cash
Because talkin' don't pay, you're driftin' away.
When I see you on the stage, I'm-a blow you away.
You're
all feels for nothing if I don't have a girl
I just wanna settle down, start a new life
With a couple of kids and a bangin' ass wife
It's all I want, so
Yeah
Yo, son, you gotta take me to get them Clarks, man
Yo, check it out, yo
Yo, I got a new, yo, niggas don't even know, son
Yo, check
like a dipstick, hip to the news
Practicing the range, bellowing the blues
Jack rolls the carpet in, swift like a skate
"Yo, Jody, yo, gotta go, got
to save the world?
Or was it just because I used to swipe the women and all the girls?
I'm the type of brother with the crazy extended hand kid
Dissed by
I keep it cool, baby
Kid Cudi, riding the cuddy
As by the girls yeah they on scream love me
Double oh represent it til I'm finished
Ask bout GOOD
small bills
Innovative rapper, rhyme in new ways
When I spit niggaz cough up blood for two days
Never catch me with material girls, they fugaz'
Rather
on the block would call ill
Never catch me at the ball-out spot with small bills
Innovative rapper, rhyme in new ways
When I spit niggaz cough up blood for
know I gotta change,
It's not the same girl please with me and u we can 'chieve whatever,
But I cant change I'm a bad boy forever (You Know)
Girl
no face
Better yet gone with no trace
Other words please don't start no beef
Now sip on your Chardonnay
If the girls tipsy then fade away
I can
tied up and our hair stay done
So where you from? Where they
Don't rock Air Force One's
We hit the block out the
Spots holding Air Force guns
So where
mine?
Ain't no tellin' what I'm gon' be drivin' next time
Seven-figga, nigga; we don't buy the bar no mo'
Pull up the paper work, tell the owner he can
Don't stop, never stop
Can't stop getting this guap
Fat money not, hammer cock, curry hot
Cook a fool, hit the block
No shorts, bring it back
at the Jazz Star, he really needs some guts
Playing from seven to midnight, surviving on peanuts
Selling records by the dozen
Probably sold his tenor
still got the block jumpin
Shawn Marion i said a hater disrespect me
Then I'm airin em
He don't dig me where I from we just bury em
We count money, fuck
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