Lyrics:
and front, where I'm from
Better shoot something, if not, niggas won't salute nothing
[Raekwon]
Corner filled chains and Gucci glasses
The was the era when we
like playing wit guns an toys
Nigga claim he a boss but u just another runner boy
Got all these hoes making it clap but I ain't nun Soulja boy
I been
(whoaa)
Get a grip in the Gucci bag is that fire and we can all go home man don't nobody gotta die
Tell me have you ever met a nigga cold as I
You a phony
Got a lotta new flames, still need 'em blue
Three hundred fifty thou', times that by two
New Dawn, no roof, I still see the sky
Peace to my
slow boy
See me in the club surrounded by a bunch of dope boys
Designer all up on my pants
She think I'm a dope boy
Throwin' money while she dance
She
what's left behind
And what's to come in the same introduction of a king
Just know everything coming can only give birth to the principle that by any means
Hip Hop is Stuck With Me
I don't fuck around with no, Sneak dissers
Pretty boy ass kissers
Talking foul behind a keyboard, flagging like you a killer
shine
Figaro on the low, let thеse niggas know
Boss Dogg, boss paw, just to let 'em know
When I came through the door
I bang with the four
Motherfucker,
/ get a little fame
Good head plus i love her frame
She da 1 had 2 give her wedding ring
Pictures with a queen by the pool like gucci mane
Gotta watch
extraordinary
Bitch I did it first
You can even go let Soulja Tell 'Em
Cant con me out my soul for no fame
I been playin 2k all my life so I know the game
Smiling
fry some god damn
Chicken (uh-huh) {alright}
And don't forget to get the cards so I can whoop y'all
Ass in some spades
(Tell 'em girl) And if they ain't
youngin' in my other room, fuckin up my sheets
She tell 'em boy don't grab my hair because you're fuckin up my weave
I got a hundred bottles Ciroc boy
All
your face
Drive by up in the bottom
I just beat another case
Never been in jail for months? Say lil’ boy
We can’t relate
You know all my niggas bout it
Know they ain't safe when they come my way
Tell that fuck nigga get the fuck out my face
Designer my toes, Gucci my waist
Eat up all the drip how
say my name
Rockstar lifestyle, bitch, say my name (woo)
Oh, boy, only bought 'em drivin' this Rolls-Royce
Niggas tryna copy us but still don't sound
Signed a couple sheets of paper and finally thought I'd won
Turns out I'd sign a couple more and tell 'em I was done
But a phone call home to momma gets
'Cause the game could be detrimental to ya boy"
I Silver Surf the city circuit, forever lurkin on the street surface
I spit blood for blood verses
crickets and fishes
You gon' be found by a fisherman, act like you Gilligan
Gucci, you know I'm a villain
I beat you up mentally, figuratively, physically
These hoes they lying for the scene yeaah
You know you could never check me nooo
I control these bitches by a string yeah
Niggas leaching I just bleach
Brothers, things done got too far gone
(Tell 'em 'bout it)
We got to let the girls know what they gotta do for us
Oh, what the heck, let's get
teases
Mark this down as I state it...
I like my funk concentrated
The pop seem, hmmm, a little overrated
U sure can tell where we're steppin'
there's some
from Italy and Burberry I got from Brit
Gucci's bring 'em out the closet like they was some fags n shit
I bring her to the mall we leave with big ole'
lookin alright, yeah what up, pap'?
'Cross the room throwin' signals, I'm throwin' 'em back
Flirtin', 'cause I digs you like that
Peep baby boy style,
Aye
Umm umm
Huh
Umm umm
Huh
Umm umm
It's Deezy
Umm umm
Aye cooks tell them niggas stop playin with us niggas
Aye
Bihh it's Deezy boy
You better stay
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