Lyrics:
there ain't no shook in him
Taking no breaks and taking no pay cuts if you ain't paid enough then you ain't booking him
No sir, I ain't got time to take
the little bitch cause the bitch got base!
Whole lot of racks found the key to safe!
Whole lot of routes!
But which one I'm a take?
Deep in the cut like a mf
out that parkin' lot
Graffiti on the seat because she bleeding
I don't give a fuck, I'm greedy
I don't give you truth not worth believing
Chop
the Maybach, fuck a room baby
I use my tongue, use your mouth, watch your tooth baby
Dick ain't proper got a lot of bodies
And the house game Hilton, got a lot
at the hollow's we be selling bags
Try to sell me I got 200 on the dash
You ready to tell I can see it in your eyes
You think it's a game come on nigga roll
died, but a lot of people here
And when I turned 15, my vision got clear
It's time to be a man, time to make a plan
It's cool to make a hundred, but
(Juice)
Allow myself to introduce myself
This is Tony, the talk of New York
I'm holdin' the belt i got thug in my blood
(Blood) , game like a pimp (Pimp)
all the times I've been through some shit
How my mind changes by itself to cope with it
I've been away for to long got a lot to talk about
I've been in
these games getting so old
Adderal keepin' me high
Codine it got me so low
Mix you all up in my cup
Got my chest ready to blow
I'm rearranging the stars
I got big bank casing on a muthafucka
Ain't shit changed cuz' I'm still getting mine
Ain't no love for a hater tryna fly me, tryna play me
and diamonds
A lot of time, a lot of grindin'
A lot of beers spill in my environment
I always felt so empty surrounded by people
Felt like it was just me,
and diamonds
A lot of time, a lot of grindin'
A lot of beers spill in my environment
I always felt so empty surrounded by people
Felt like it was just me,
ass when you violate
Because this sir ain't no game y'all ain't ready we too buck
These choppas is to crucial
They too brutal for you bra
so if you got
the game
Mack Daddy
Gotta big snake, all you gotta do is make it dance, you know what I'm sayin'
Mack Daddy
I'm rollin' to another neighborhood
Me 'n
Ayo Chief got some of that shit for me?
Yea, that real shit
When I wake up in the morning I be blowed
When I’m driving down the streets I be blowed
I'ma let your grandpa hit it, mix it up with cocaine so he can't forget it
Fuck it, maybe I'm a bum
But I was put on this earth to make your baby mama
he got bad drip
Doing drills, stay out that mix
I'm a villain, I ain't no simp
I'm, but like A-Rod I got hit's
RIP Queezy we all on gang shit
Shoot me
spitting barbs in the booth
You stay far from the truth
I stay hard, shatterproof
I play rough, flowing smooth
Got a lot left to prove
Carmody in the groove
Spit asbestos like I got a death wish
Im campin wit a crunchy hippy bitch eatin Chex mix
My mind treacherous senseless can’t make sense
Of Reality
swipe
You talked a lot of game it had me wanting something more in life
It made me push away cause I ain't know if I was ready
But the hurt inside your
on the beat like Tebow
The Godfather rap like my name Bob de Niro
How many hits you got?
Zero
But I got a lot so kneel down for your hero
7180
My blood in this
swang through the south
Watch that boy Watch that boy swang through the south
Tattoos up on his neck he got them diamonds in his mouth
(Verse 1) (Big
to play no games
If you catch me with the cash sayin' no names
MI-Yayo was the city for the cocaine
When she bent it over boy, I want the whole thang
(uh)
I got the pack of Rough Riders in the back of the Pathfinder
You know the epilogue by James Todd Smith
I get swift with the lyrical gift
Hit you
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