Lyrics:
going down Joccin' on these hoes it's dope
Boy magic when I come around Stylin' on em tho you might get mad and try to punch me out
Domino my foes one by
Lil' momma show me how you move it
Go 'head put ya back into it
Do ya thing like they ain't nothing to it
Shake sha sha shake that ass girl
Lil'
lit
Kinda ahought you was slick in the beginnin
But it teurned out you wouldn't lie
Looked me in my eye, I listened
Sucked it up, pushed on, we made
the mud on my gutter shit
I only help the fam i aint Filthy rich
They dont want want the smoke
Tell em get the rope hang em by the throat made him write
back
They want the peace back
Come get your bitch back
I saw them turn their back
Nah you can’t fix that
I’m in the SUV everyone with me is riding
fed niggas who turned to be snakes
Now they ass on the menu
Showed niggas love did that shit like we blood
And when I turn my back niggas be out to get
Get' em fresh get 'em get'em fresh
Knock em out fresh, tell em who the best fresh
Get' em fresh get 'em get'em fresh
Peace and chain, cut the check,
and back that's how you love me
Something like the stars how they shine above me
When we get down get down get down
We can get down get down get down
You're
Man I had to break down just to write this shit
Cuz life gets tough and I might just flip
They say gin pain so I might just sip
Look into my eyes
waiting on my unc' to get back from the clinic
And we gone go over there and see whats up wit' it
Now we up in it taking old computers
Until we fucking
Yeah, one day I was chillin on Aranbe and Spruce
40 in my hand and it's time to get loose
Got my Nikes on my feet, my T-shirt, and black khakis
I
the highway)
We go hard in ปักษ์ใต้
We just tryna get by in my way (do it my my way)
Got money on my mind
จนถึงวันสุดท้าย we still ride yay yay (yay yay yay)
Two girls freezin', legs out breezin'
On the streets of London town in the evening
Hit a sweet vibe, we don't need a reason
Get up on the table,
really blame you? (Who can really blame you?)
We're the ones who made you
Ahem, back by popular demand
Now pop a little Zantac for antacid if you can
really blame you? (Who can really blame you?)
We're the ones who made you
Ahem, back by popular demand
Now pop a little Zantac for antacid if you can
the fee, I can get you jumped for free
Yeah buddy, laugh, it's funny
I have the money to have you killed by somebody who has nothing
I'm past bluffing,
really blame you? (Who can really blame you?)
We're the ones who made you
Ahem, back by popular demand
Now pop a little Zantac for antacid if you can
the fee, I can get you jumped for free
Yeah buddy, laugh, it's funny
I have the money to have you killed by somebody who has nothing
I'm past bluffing,
I'm stuck up in my ways, so, I get like this
When I hit it from the back, you turn your back on me
You turn your back on me
Why you turn your back
him
But they never really get out there and go
So back to the fact
That we out to relax
And say: hey, I'm saved
No need for me to act
Instead of growing
him
But they never really get out there and go
So back to the fact
That we out to relax
And say: hey, I'm saved
No need for me to act
Instead of growing
place, the usual bunch
And still on top of this I'm pretty sure it must have rained
The day before you came
I must have lit my seventh cigarette at half
love
How can I not get the Xans and the mollies the
Percs and the drank and the drank in the Syrup
How can I not take my style back from niggas
When
be long
You're gonna have to play it cool
You get fascinated by her
She could set the place on fire
Run and get the fire brigade
Get the fire
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