Lyrics:
ain't got that much patience
To be sticking around tryin to see if yo next move gone be goin in and out of town/See these ni**az don't play by no rules
worldwide with this pimpin
And i aint no slouch in the kitchen
If i say imma hit em imma hit em
Point blank mission no missin
Hit em in his button no misses
must concluuude
I like being by myself I guess it's just a moooood
When I'm in my zone leave me lone I'm gone eluuude
I be adding flavor like I'm cooking
tell 'em whats up
And I got some big news for you suckas and haters
You think we finna lose but that ain't nothing but faking
Just like the rents due
on the gram I'm fucking em all
Back on the streets I just be breaking em jaws
Got my name on niggas mouth and I feel like a god
If I tell you bout my gang
the Ohmwrecker)
Tell them boy they should’ve known better
(Tell them boy they should’ve known better)
From day one I’ve been a go getter,
(From day one I’ve been
But they never slide though
My boy pop out popping shit, I tell em' right on
I might go Ksubi and Mink, do the Raf and Alyx
But sometimes know I got
The hood, bitch, ain't shit changed
Tell them boys, "I'm taking what
Come with this fame, it's whatever now"
Love them boys to death
I hope they never put
(tell 'em)
I'm sick of y'all fake Timbaland beat bitin', you know what I'm sayin'
I'ma bring it to y'all like this
By all means necessary
You might
that you can do for 'em, you feel me
So I just tell 'em please don't act like act, no
All my niggas we the same, please don't act like that
Please
U Awwwready Kno!!!!
By:AC Da'Perfecto
Chorus:Ain't Gotta Tell You Where I'm From...U Awwwready Kno!
Who Bakin'
a Beretta, case of the pressure (brrt)
I tell the plug mail them
Which way? dat way, tell 'em, aye
Hold up, get right witcha (I'ma get right witcha)
Bad
Aha, 2000, Bubba Sparxxx, yeah, 2000 baby
Now tell me how y'all expect to eat if y'all boys ain't hungry
How you figure you gon straighten the beef
shit that's a stop watch (stop)
Stop boy, hot boy you are not boy (not boy)
Got it out the slums you did not boy (not boy)
Everything that you claim
my niggas tryna eat
I need to figure it out
Just tell me the floor show me the door
My niggas kicking em down
Flicky in the whip they wish I would slip
a band
Throw up bread, you should learned it by now
Make 'em say, "ugh, " then examine her mouth
Then it's get to stepping
I'm kicking Pamela out (Get
to hurt me, my momma dead, so fuck 'em
A small timer on the rise, so nothin' I feel
To my niggas in the county, I might do a bit with ya
Boy, in the streets
her
La chica provoca
La chica provoca
All the boys call her
Tu cinturita
All the boys call her
Let me tell you what type she is ah
She the type that
slap your clit
But ain't no way that I'ma lick yo' shit
Tell 'em what she is Short Dog (Be-itch!)
[Chorus - 2x]
[Trick Daddy]
I love, gettin my thug
We goin' platinum, nigga
We goin' platinum
Yeah, you got the Live Squad in this motherfucker
We got my nigga Treach from Naughty by Nature in this
more
All the lil' niggas that's hating on me
Tell 'em to hate a lil' more
Told them niggas I'm keeping it G since I was a lil' boy
All the niggas
I need Christ
That's the only thing I know
I really can't breath right
I'm strangled by animosity from by own people
Lately it's hard to be nice
ran out of luck
Like a ticket that didn't win when they scratched it
I have a threesome with identical twins
Tell em I know which one is which
Then get
You can't catch him, you can't stop him
I go by them goon rules
If you can't beat 'em then you pop 'em
You can't man 'em then you mop 'em
You can't
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