Lyrics:
Yo, I'm bout to hit you with this ya'meen
On top of the ya'meen, with a lil' bit of ya'meen mixed in
Ya'meen? Yeah... yeah... yo
How should I
I ain't never in disguise
I'll tell you all about it
White lies to add a little spice
Don't act like you ain't do it
(Uuuu you better catch up)
Dig
the yay'
Federalies can't harm me
Black-ass army in armani
And they still
Can't see me
Cause I'm - paper down
Fiends to keep happy
Never - fuckin frown
Mr
rings
I'm gon' retire like Belichick
Mr. November, we ball like the lions
We not even tryin', you tryin', you dyin
All the complainin', you not even tryin
now
Me no care about wut dem bad mind say no
Me nuh wan ear nutn
like a don me nuh fear nutn
Backflips in a the air
Life’s a movie and I stay
tell us what you wanna do"
Well I'm about to double up with you and you
Step up out the club wit a dizzy head
I got two chick that got dizzy legs
at ease
God know I know
That somebody gon' hate on me
But God know I'm thug so
You know lil' Boosie gon' and get skeet
Now God know my situation
He
at ease
God know I know
That somebody gon' hate on me
But God know I'm thug so
You know lil' Boosie gon' and get skeet
Now God know my situation
He
of me, also to send you to hell
Only if you wanna test what I'm bringing, but this is about more than my family and myself
I'ma be better and make you all
hot, lil mir had ya girl in the Spot, she was getting jiggy
My plans are out of this world, yeah I'm Tryna be a billionaire by 50
Don't care about
You Could Be Whatever All You Gotta’ Do Is Grind
If It Ain’t About No Money Don’t Waste My Time
Homie I’m A Boss No You Ain’t My Kind
I’m Going Up
loves me with a broken heart
I'm in a foreign car
U not important at all
Bitch I'm scoring
Yeah Nah nah nah like Lamelo Ball
Lil Bitch imma ball
You see
out our biz
We don't know you bitches from Adam
You my lil woe, more like my bro
Stuck by my side, I kept you close
When we was young we swapped our
the same.
Don't cut the souls of free spirits, what is our soul agreement?....
Be generous; it will hurt us all the same.
Mister naughty blue eyes I love you
broke bitches, we can't have no fun
Mother fuck a friend hoe, I'm all about my funds
Ask about me yeah they know about me, yeah I'm Mr
Especially when in a pinch
And you need prep time, 'lil spoiled kid
I deploy quick
So many rounds off in your chest, Mr. Duncan'll tell you I'm not to toy with
Distant lover..
so many miles away
I'm turnin' into Mr. telephone man
Girl, you know I miss ya
So many miles away
And I can't kiss ya
Look but
will understand
Will always be by my side
I pray the Lord so I can find
My Mr. Right
So who can it be the one for me
I need
Someone that I can
niggas, on them jiggers and they can't sit still
Rollin', in the club all drinks on Tee
By the bar, if I don't know you then you ain't gon' drink
(Where
highed up
I like the way it feels my nigga
I just want to make you mine now
So what's the deal lil nigga
All she want to do is ride out
So come an chill
make that lil lame nigga regret not treating you right
Move out of spite
Come spend the night
Fuck all these people that say we ain’t right
Fuck all
bitches so much into themselves they forgot about me
And I'm sittin here, butt motherfuckin naked G
But after time went by, yo
You know a nigga like me,
not gon' change
I'm rich bitch I don't care about no fame
Cause if all else fails I got cocaine
Still see me all on TV wit it
Still in da hood
call me big papi,
She on her period I’m not sentence,
That mean that period don’t stop me,
Lil nasty ass nigga,
Don’t tell my mama about me,
If you
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