Lyrics:
bitch ass thick that'll
Set em up wet em up
With the mouth no umbrella fuck
Yes i'm sick next time bitch better luck
I'ma be the nigga that'd fuck
Around
the pain
I been hurt by shit, don't wanna see you playin'
cll the love I could give you, you'd say that I be cappin'
1-2-3-4 hits my brain is boppin'
I saw
Only time you see me with a
Scrub if she a CNA
If he know I scammed Jesus
What would Jesus say?
How I'm feeling, fuck Ichiban
It's a pita day
Yeah, fuck
and
Signed another with my mans
I just landed up on Billboard
That equal bands
To you know-it-all pussies contemplatin'
From the stands
Workin' on my own weed
Two hands on the wheel it's no fun
In my room with my tunes I could use a gun
In my looney tunes lonely and without a sun
I just shine by myself
tongue 'fore i text my last
All them Ls nigga i can't catch nigga
Thats four 0s double check my math
Double check my thoughts while they in my bed
Lost
say that's the brakes
(That's the brakes)
True, hit 'em with the
(Wooo)
Fine young woman now, long time coming now
(Coming now)
Thank the fans for they
HOLD UP!
Sike na, I’m just playin, I’m not with that crazy shit
VERSE 3 -
Baby baby, you think that I’m crazy
Like I ain’t no young lady, just some
my family first
This won't be the last
Cruising in the fast lane
Watching time pass
We could talk about
The things that we had
Or we could give thanks
propaganda can be hell against you
This four leaf clover can be lucky for you
Freedom and fortune waits for all time to
Climb the wall and watch the old
like they niggaz, but they still a bitch
Don't make my long finger itch,
Come bitch and complain
Make my back strain
No dough to contol you further
paid by the boat load
Don't go chasing the wave I'm a row boat
Blow smoke right through the face of the ozone
Oh no
I got the bag, I'm back to just
I've met some people that knew me and call me friend
Ain't no sense wantin' my life to live over
I'd find different ways to make those mistakes again
So
know is that I stay too long
I’m afraid you aren't listening / can't you see I can't carry me
Burning lamps will no kerosene no one has what I need
a good one"
She says it follows her around
No shit, it's by the Beatles
I'm so lost
And I live just around the corner
Well here's a thought
Get
women, street corners and I'm gone keep on bendin
Wit you its no pretendin
And even at the beginin I knew that you was wit it
Even tho I neva hit it
feel an air of violence when I have to walk on by
You can't deny it, it's something you can't miss
That bird who's hanging' out with you is mad like
the group.
I'm a groupie that you can trust as I mount see-4 under the bus.
Cianide in your rider fruit snuck the blow gun darts by the black suits.
Booby
know I get down and dirty when it's time to set it
I'm tearin' through, clean your scene like ammonia
I drown ya, flood four corners, the perimeter
I
streets
Summer time in the city but I feel weak
The air's thick round Oxford St., fountains running by Centre Point
where we used to meet
It's all changed
Check it out yo, this on the real here son,
ain't no lie in me, ain't no lie in me
Nothing but big ballers, shot callers ya'll,
down south hustla
fuck the silly CIDs
I hit the corner shop, two Zanco's, sim and chip
When I hit the lick I get thoughts of the dead
Same time bro-bro sauced up a neck
feel like Brooks
I ain't arguin' with no ugly bitch that act how she look
Wipe the back of your neck and tell me how the towel look
You lil' bum bitch
you talk too much, pass the blunt
I'm tryin' to give your fine ass the raw and uncut
I got no time to be a crybaby fool
Forgive me, but they got me
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