Lyrics:
the streets they call me Jay-Z (yeah)
Lil' bitch, I got the blueprint (Scooter)
Lil' nigga, I don't want no old hundreds
You know I want them blue strips
by the reigns because I know that I'm freaking
Well, I'm a funky skull and I'm a scorpio
And when I get my flow I'm dr on the go
So q-tip, what you
[50 Cent:]
Yeeh...
I'm'a Soldier, I Done Told Ya, Don't Make Me Fuck You Up
Leave You Head Bust, I'm'a Head Busta, Man I Don't Give A Fuck
I'm'a
who the fuck you are
You's a motherfucking nigga for life
It's all sowed up, in the LBC
Bitches breakin bread when they see the lil ass gee
I
Yeah shawty you know what I'm talkin' about
I'm peepin' these niggas out there slippin'
Lookin' like
They ain't 'bout money no mo' man, so uh fuck
And say she took that dick
Give me a project chick
Give me a hood rat bitch
One that don't give a fuck
And say she took that dick
My mama send me by
himself in squash lore
His name was John and he played squash
His name was John and he'd pick you apart
He would dominate his land and
Drove away all
head high, head pon-cocked
And pockets rollin'
You foldin'
You fagot ass fuck
[dom pachino]
Yo farotion never fails
Shoot at darts sharper than
jumped by six niggas, nigga
Diamonds on my neck! All this ice nigga, I'm cold
Nigga I don't give a fuck!
I don't give a fuck about none of that shit nigga,
I do not wanna love you
I'm smoking backwoods woah, damn
I just got started in November now
I'm at the top fucking hoes by their race
Told that lil
I'm feeling myself x6
Yuh
Aye fuck yo music that shit ass
I make money by doing music, you make money by cutting grass
Put yo album in the dumpster,
Yeah, what, I'm 200 on the dash (ooh)
Lil Uzi ooh, I got hella groupies, ooh
Smoking Backwoods I don't fuck with doobies, ooh (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, cuffed
you all frontin' these days
Man, they barely old enough to drive
To tell them what they should do, who the fuck am I?
I heard one of em' diss me, I'm
that shit just by a thou, wow, yeah
These girls chase me like I'm lil' Bow Wow, yeah
Smokin' that gas, like I got the loud out, yeah
Guns all in my
of you bitch niggas
Up like John Cena them hoes on Young Money
Tell them hoes we coming
Boy, we get it popping, we ain't saving hoes
We swapping
Yeah,
a dog, baby I'm a dog
If I could fuck em all I'ma fuck em all
She on my pokeballs i gotta catch em all
And you know my bitches bad
She a Barbie doll
Big
Keep shooters with me, you'll call your grave site nigga
15th Ave, miracle nigga
Get these comforters fried, come and get a few nigga
John Doe nigga, you
even breathe wrong I'mma ditch her
Baby I'm a dog, baby I'm a dog
If I could fuck 'em all I'mma fuck 'em all
Baby I'm a dog, baby I'm a dog
If I
Baby I'm a dog, baby I'm a dog
If I could fuck em all I'ma fuck em all
She on my pokeballs i gotta catch em all
And you know my bitches bad
She a Barbie
on a fan (wow)
Fuck you and your man, y'all get popped like a Xan' (grraow)
Got heat on my waist, I could give 'em a tan
I love my lil' hitters, they
Ricky!
It's in the trunk, (yeah, yeah)
Pop the trunk and let you meet lil' Donald Trump, (pop it)
I got 13 hammers, need a reason why
I should
She Cute
written by LaJohn D. Manoy (Smooth D.)
music by LaJohn D. Manoy (Smiley Boy)
Chant
Getting right in tha mirror, fix yo hair bitch
Press
on my mind
I told her I relate, yeah, like I really give a fuck
All bullshit aside, yeah, girl, you know what I'm in it for
By way that you look when I
Lil Buddy
And I'm the nigga that these niggas send at you puss ass niggas when you get wrong nigga
So when you fuck niggas even thinkin' bout sayin'
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