Lyrics:
butt
If you was in Egypt you'd lie to King Tut
You claim to do things no one could achieve
You said you did things Ripley's wouldn't believe
That's a lie
and told me to take my mind off that weed
Now by the third day of Christmas, my big homeboy gave to me
A whole lot of everything, and it wasn't nuthin' but
(TY made it)
Trenches, the trenches, the trenches, the trenches
I do it for poverty
A lot of street niggas in fuckin' with me you know?
(Shoutout
no peace for the piece then
I say peace to the beast in heat
Let's talk about a Slim Jim
Jimmy chance in hell
If you can't protect a peck
Your chances
'cause real gon' recognize
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah)
It's written on your face, like you better than me
I can't get caught up with you bitches,
right back on it
Reminding me all over again how you fucking just brushed me off
And left me so burned, spent a lot of time trying to soul search
Maybe
drop-Vette, Caddy
Bitches don't call me by my name they call me daddy
Say that you got it all
Love the way you players ball
Everyday you're at the mall
whacked off the gate (whacked)
I mix purple codeine by the eight (codeine)
Wrap the scope, line him up like a tape (line him up)
Back to back,
pack heat
Got turned out early by them scandalous freaks
Addicted to crime so I stay in the mix
With a love for hoochie chicks and pulling jewelry
daughter just absorbed it
Sixteen, pregnant, baby daddy say she should abort it (Jesus)
But we can't afford it, so she decides to move forward (Lord)
Baby
at some work
You would open your mouth to kiss
Why you at the bar, roused off Cris'
No longer courageless
Grabbin hoes by the wrist
Chose one, mix wasn't
you (type ho)
Until you get through (you know?)
I'll be waitin'
Now me and you was cool
But I ain't the one to play the fool
Can't make no money
off, she twurking it for the boss
So positive I can hit, my niggaz is in the house
Can't stop 'til I'm paid bitch, I just can't quit
But look at this,
just bought a mansion, I got choppers by the fireplace
Can't let me in, but I was never alone 'cause I had God (he was there)
Big bro say we gotta live
world just like Narnia
I wouldn't do no harm to you
Come on, let's find a quiet spot
How's your sister and your niece? Does she still cry a lot?
Who
it do? You can call me Dogg
Let me just check your sheet
No problem, sir, let me just say
I'm a big fan of the shit that y'all make
I can't lie, I been
this fly, how can he get down?
Black bone to the hand givin' up the hug
Crack known to the fans say no to drugs
Gotta lotta ambitions, as I was told
Wrangler
Until I got to drive a Range
Growing up, I used to have a lot of friends (fuck 'em all)
Until I saw the money change 'em
Growing up, I used
cyy
Superior on the mix
Nelly pon this one yeah!
Jorshie on the beat
I've got a lot on my mind
Can't get you off my mind
My feelings
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my side, do he live
No the nigga dies
Zen, zen zen zen zen zen zen
You shot your
house (say what?)
DJ Quik is in the motherfuckin' house (say WHAT?)
And Shabby Doo is in the motherfuckin' house (is that right?)
And Too E Caddy's
to asia had to duck and hide-for sharin my faith
They tell me water it downwhen I get back to states
They say tone the music down you might sell a lot
Fuentes
Dikembe on them hoes like no
No, not in my house, you can't stay
You can smoke and you can
Drink and bend it over, let me play
God dammit, I done
weed with the roof missin'
I can't trust no bitch
If she ain't down to go and get her own shit
Eatin' lunch, takin' pictures by the ocean
Quit
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