Lyrics:
hands and gay flows
I murder your first born after it's only a day old
+Rip the Jacker+ rips the track up
Rippin rappers, 8 sack, rippin that ass up
Dolittle (I'm f**king you up)
My ni**as don't know the switch up (I swear they don't)
They fuck on yo bitch in a bed, ain't no pickups (I swear that she do)
, gimme the money
Rich bitch be swimmin' in money
I need Jet Ski's in mind, can't tease a dime
Lookin' in the mirror, feeling pleased with the shine
Lady
off
I stopped trustin' niggas since Gotti got caught
It's Bricks, keep your wrist covered, I'm piss colored
By the waist got a gun as dark as Kris
off
I stopped trustin' niggas since Gotti got caught
It's Bricks, keep your wrist covered, I'm piss colored
By the waist got a gun as dark as Kris
to tha grave
It's going down, mo-yo, feel this here baby
(verse 1: D-Gotti)
These blades are choppin'
And these babes are boppin'
Got a cup full of mud
to tha grave
It's going down, mo-yo, feel this here baby
(verse 1: D-Gotti)
These blades are choppin'
And these babes are boppin'
Got a cup full of mud
to tha grave
It's going down, mo-yo, feel this here baby
(verse 1: D-Gotti)
These blades are choppin'
And these babes are boppin'
Got a cup full of mud
the YSB babies
Think he mad we the YSB babies
That b**** she bad on daily ouh
Dat ass so fat, dats on baby
I f**** your b**** when I'm ready
I'm getting
stand, and I'm tryna be less vocal
You said this, no I didn't, yes you did
Do you swear that on the Lord's holy name and the life of your kids?
Your baby
much sauce on me
I got h*es after h*es that wanna f*ck on me (yo i just f*ck a ugly b*tch damn)
Drip drip drip too much sauce on me
Oh my god ,I got
So hand your receipt if you tryna make a return bruh
Yessir, I live in a city where a lot of people don't get shine, shine
And, I be on by the fence
So hand your receipt if you tryna make a return bruh
Yessir, I live in a city where a lot of people don't get shine, shine
And, I be on by the fence
the simplest s***
You b******* over chips and juice, While your kids, Living in f****** Abyss
Yo My Daddy say He Locked Up, Yo my Daddy say He Locked Up, Boxed
Bitch its raw, and like a mirror read it backwards
Who competing after?
If yo’ life a book i wouldn’t read yo chapters
They scared of me
I motivate niggas
, gimme the money
Rich bitch be swimmin' in money
I need Jet Ski's in mind, can't tease a dime
Lookin' in the mirror, feeling pleased with the shine
Lady
, gimme the money
Rich bitch be swimmin' in money
I need Jet Ski's in mind, can't tease a dime
Lookin' in the mirror, feeling pleased with the shine
Lady
the f back
'Fore we out the guns and chest check, respect that
Any girl I met that, hit that love the way I spit that
I don't kit kat, push your wig
J'adore j'adore
Girls I love you, I love all y'all
Hehehe, hehehe, f'real
I love girls, girls, girls, girls
Girls, I do adore
Yo put your
who I was and I was like, "Yo, what's up I'm Kanye"
"You that kid that gave all them beats to Jay? Yo, this nigga got classics to your beats, B"
You
shake your booty, I don't want you to stop
You need to come a little closer, closer
And let me put yo, under my arms like a Don is supposed ta
Please
Life is what you make it nigga
Get up off your ass and get some
Always hollering about you want something nigga
Verse 1: Young Noble
Yo, I've been
could, I could fuck you hard if you want me too
Sexy ass, harmony
Beat that pussy up, no apologies
Show me what you got, give your all to me
After I hit
tint (Lexington)
You get your shit splattered now they
All gon' be mad at son
When they see this fif after
Like Malcolm you'll get X'd
When I spray Tec's
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