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barely get snappy they know how I be. Couldn’t tell you bout the shit we seen no pics we been live in the T
36 I cant wait till he 3 and K2 thats my nigga
To Get His Mind Right
I’m In The House Watching Bounce, Rolling By The Ounce
Me & My Dog We Go Hard In Goyard
Spent A Five On Some T-Shirts By Ky Nizza
end up missin
Cause you's just a fuckin peon
Have that ass runnin like Deon
So what the fuck you want to do
So take some steps
I'll turn before you do
pretty much disgusting. Trust me, I was there. I said you want to hold your son? I go, yeah, hose him off and put that little hat on them. Then we'll talk.
was Frankie Beverly
Skip the women and fame
Money and two seaters
End of the day, big homie, I want Jesus
People come and people go
The one thing I
it is, I'm speaking truly
Heard some people mentioning my name
When they mention my name, heard they used it too loosely
Denied stage time by
so lost when the lights go off
We sit and we often wonder what's the meaning of it
It's like nobody want to live they life
They just wanna re-enact
characters
$100,000 cars now how you gon laugh at us
(Repeat chorus 2x)
(Juicy J)
First I want to grab a nigga by his neck,
Drag him to my fuckin set,
Take
Gemini two of me like Isiah Thomas
We nice on the mic this fact I can promise
Your beat is weak like a drummer with some breadsticks
Mess with us you'll be
where's the satisfaction?
If it's not made true, is it only a distraction?
Who's the judge?
Building a beautiful home by brick
But if it isn't two
on the other hand, don't have to.
We have a choice.
If you don't like your place in the world, you can get off anytime you want.
Suicide. That's right.
You don't
the the evil
Lord know dey can't live with the evil
How do I free the people
Cuz all they Eva want is the fetty and the Migos
But I gotta take a chance yeah
So I
And I ain't talking Louie my ishh yes is crack like pookie
But where we go from here cause my cortex is so complex I'm kookie
And I'm not moved by Gucci
the first house on the left
And get it, got it good
You made it, I knew you would
We got them drinks up in the back and them chic-key's looking good
Hold
realest in the game Jelly Roll 2, man, he doin' his thang
He gon' bring the pain, we gon' bring the thang We gon' have this motherfuckin' live like that
Chick I'm a daddy
Ain't got time to play with kids
I need a plate
I need a Mil/MEAL
I want them Big M&M's (Megamillions)
I want a yacht
I need some
these streets
Why you wanna hate on me
I got a family to i'm just trying eat
Why you wanna hate me
We all got a struggle, you just blinded by the hate
Why
If any crew want to mad-dog, if you look it's on
I got this .44 chrome spittin at your dome
Comin from the shoulders, droppin muthafuckas like
and still we never turn the heat on.
prefer to put a beat on and warm up
by rapping and drinking and tapping minds thinking rhyming
couldn't get this good if
Coke is still dryin', it's ready by two
Bitch, I sip lean, I don't do no balloons
Overseas, snappin' the view
I'ma fuck her the second we get in
Man huh, just shock rock man
Uh it's going down, for the 2000
E.S.G., and my partna Big Moe
Say, we want the whole Dirty 3rd to do this with us
Baby
some thoed dudes, from the Southside
On the mic G, and we are going live
Drop your top, and roll with me
It's the Big Moe, and that E.S.G.
Boys
some thoed dudes, from the Southside
On the mic G, and we are going live
Drop your top, and roll with me
It's the Big Moe, and that E.S.G.
Boys
tryin to get you wheels
A proponent of the peace, I'm tryin to get you bills
Live like an OG, get a house in the hills
You don't have to do this, that's
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