Lyrics:
a freak
To lick me from my head to my feet
And I'm here, now I'm ready to be done up
Nothin' but homies around so I puts my gun up
Bitches on my nuts
What you mean you done with me (hehe)
Yeah, you for real
You finished?
Crazy, we'll see about that
I'll be killing it, I'm ill and legit
a freak
To lick me from my head to my feet
And I'm here, now I'm ready to be done up
Nothin' but homies around so I puts my gun up
Bitches on my nuts
an automatic weapon
I know it's a recession, but I'm making an exception, for yo bad ass
If you want that damn bag, gon' and grab it
You can have it, just one
and had the blueprint
Makin' fresh money like a new man
'Til I woke up one day and realized I'm Logic
Somethin' they could never be, lets not even
was so bad to deserve this?
Everything could have been so perfect
But life ain't a fairytale, I'm about to be hoisted up in the air
Forty feet below
Norman Paperman at your service Meeting the kingpin, I'm slightly nervous / Pullman Mr. Paperman, I here to be your friend But there's just certain rules
push the line and ride and chip
Osama i'm fiction and fact
And I'll beat the shit outta
You and your batch
Nigga you know Tha Pound pull triggers
Bitch
till they gone
Who the hell can you get to stop me?
I'm in the projects, parlaying with my posse
I keep my glock cocked
I need it, 'cause they're all
broke poverty is still in my head hurtin
'cause i know this nigga gotta be killed
My good side tellin me let'em slide 'cause he ain't worth bout my bad
I'm sittin in tha cut, smokin on wha?
Hataz betta watch out for tha butt
I bring it to ya, wha? Bring it from ya head to ya wha?
Yea, I'm real wit
my name is
Bitch, I'm famous
Like Tom Brady
And hi, your name is?
Not important
Who cares?
Not Weezy Baby, uh
Wake up I see bad bitch, bad bitch, bad
legs closed
It would be just a waste of time
But you know, you wouldn't get far, fuckin' them rap stars
You know who you are, I wrote this song for you
had a bullet with your name on it, click click
I'm a sex pistol
My love should be illegal
Real deal baby, I'm no counterfeit, click click
Line 'em
you got tha heart bitch
My nigga chudo kick some shit off, I'm no longer a silent worker out spoken
Kicking that kind shit you never heard of screaming
her freeze up
We know you not tough lil' boy, you need to ease up
Yeah, I know why they hate for real, they wanna be us
I'm throwin' F's, my C's up,
candle
And I'm finna flip her backwards
Have her sliding off tha mattress
No moving no acting baby this is real action
Beat it up so bad
You be scared
cock will be
A party poppa
I dig a ho
Crack a dough
By the north pole
I'm havin' fuckin' in tha snow
I made him drop to his knees
Yeah you
I'm working late I said I'll soon be home
All the while the girl was home alone
Let me tell you what she crying for
(Why?)
'Cause I'm fly
Yeah he
Nigga, where you at? Pin the drop, uh
My new map location be the block on the app
I need money and company, nah nah
Bad bitches, I don't even know
that I dissed her,
'cause I wouldnt kiss her,
But I got her a picture and said I'd holla back witcha,
Hey, they say I'm like Mr. Bigsta,
All these moves
a mercenary, merciless
Murdering millions of niggas, so who's first to diss?
They say I'm bad, so you'll find none worst than this
Chewing motherfuckers up
do is multiply
I puff a mad bag of buddha
Niggaz be like "Yo who the shorty?"
I'm bustin niggaz with my six-shooter
I get so much pussy my
' shawty on tha top of my tongue (Yuh)
Bring it back I make ya cüme (Yeuh)
Lil shawty goin' nümb (Yeuh)
Lil' shawty where ya be
Shinobi Know me and they see
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