Lyrics:
thing to Allah
Niggas want beef then its Five Guys
I think you sweet Imma try ya
Choppa kick HIYA
2 2 3 Shells flying by ya
Cold world I stay wit that
8 blocks from Apollo nigga fuck the police hold up
Nigga all I want is that bag that's my 3rd eye after that fucking your bitch
I don't give a fuck i
I gotta go
Ain't no refunds, call back, you better need more
You ain't my speed, though, really just a freak ho
Tell me pull my camera out, she
Tell 'em Marty, you got a word for it
Right here, oh, ooh, oh, look yonder comin'
Where? Where you comin' from?
Right over there boys, comin' down
Listen, big boy
Now that you got me made
Goodness, but I'm afraid
Somethin's gonna happen to you
Listen, big boy
You gotta be hooked, and how
Sit back and listen you already know it
Ready to shine yeah I just gotta show it
Too many plans this my year
I know you watchin' and ion really that
what you need to just wake 'em
While 'em crowns and medals on the wall waitin' for me to just take 'em
When I arrive, my theme music, gotta pound to it
I tell him I'm with my cousin
He said that he with my cousin
Oh, shit, what do I do?
Boy you gotta bounce
Better go and get your shoes
I think he
told me son you gotta make some money
Well if you wanna use the car to go a ridin' next sunday
Oh, Lord, I didn't go to work I told the boss I was
things are)
But who could blame her after she saw
Every boy die who could have gotten close to her
Rosa es joven you solo quiere
Ver la belleza del
the beat live, you know Lil Ju made it) go, go, go
Yeah, I'm still out here trappin', nigga
Money long, buyin' hoes everything they want 'cause my bag
Has been touched by freedom
Oh Jesus, ya gotta hold on me
I fell but somehow
You refused to leave
Now all my wrong forgiven
Oh Jesus, ya gotta hold
after its nest
Twenty-three miles we've covered today
So, whip-crack-away, whip-crack-away, whip-crack-away
The wheels go turning round,
out, shoot shit like it's FaZe
Told that bitch get the fuck out my face
I can tell that you broke through the grape
I can tell you a bitch how you raised
Been by myself lately
Lonely done made me
Life doesn't faze me
This S.O.B raised me
My niggas on the corner they been trapping it lately
Don't which
you don't keep hope
Kill or be killed, that murder she wrote
World full of bread, who wanna be broke
Daddy done dead, Ma gotta be both
Life's too
Can you tell us about love?
Hmm, well, there's love of children
Love of self
Love of God
Love of a partner
And all of them have a different
Snow came up Friday, I gotta go
Spending winter up in Buffalo
Someone I met there is calling me so
Got to escape the blues man, don't you know
yeah)
What time we takin' off today? My type of stress (stress)
I send them boys by, but surprise they gon' collect (ooh, yeah)
Ain't seen your ass in
when you niggas is into me
'Fore I go turn it out, I bet I can, ah
Jumpin' up off, you better get out
Somebody gotta be the bad guy (Hey, ooh)
I had
your team, since out the gate (yeah)
Oh man, yeah I been strugglin' dodgin' these niggas that love to go hate
Boom-boom, you can't overlook him, 'bout
to scoop me up
And what I gotta say to be the one you touch (You touch)
(Boy how did I miss that smile, your style, your game, juicy)
If you got real extra
the season, yeah (Woah)
You ain't like me boy you dreaming yeah
Count the same money that's easy yeah
Cash ruling everything, word to wu tang
I'm balling hard
say boy? (now what you say?)
That I'ma bay boy, I'an even finna play boy (i'an gon' play)
I hang with states boys, Niggas from the three one eight boy
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