Lyrics:
I'm chilllin' with Brazilian women, heavy accents
They black friends translatin', got 'em all ass naked, adjacent
Have relations with 'em many places
double, triple
Started off slizzered, they callin' me the wizard
Vetti got that Porsche, Casino got that Porsche
Killers all I know, feel 'em up with
deep
It's mad how I gets so hot
It's mad how you get me by (by)
It's me, it's me, it's me, it's-
Look in my eyes, tell me a tale
Do you see
I be chillin by my lonesome
Feel like they don’t fuck with me
Acting like you know sum
Nigga youn know bout me
I’m Posted up on k block right
hurt but if this world was perfect
Then we could make it work but I doubt it
She said, "Nigga, you got some nerve to come up to me talking about
it)
Nobody take me out tho
You got gifts bring em down the south pole
Marathon girl I put in miles
Don't you worry bout it might gon' work it out
be blind to sell more records than me boy
I can't complain boy
Don't say my name boy
I'm like a run away slave I'm off the chain boy
I'm bout'
I just came in here to have some whiskey and beer
And to say howdy to you all
You all know me, this is Hank Williams, Jr. you see
Hat and shade
I got new rules, I count 'em
I gotta tell them to myself
I keep pushin' forwards, but he keeps pullin' me backwards
(Nowhere to turn, nowhere
)
(Somebody, somebody, some, some, somebody, somebody, some)
Ayo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, ayo
'Cause these niggas fall and bump they little heads
I got 'em
give a fuck if you don't like me!
Yea, I walk with a lean like I'm on some other shit
I'm on top.. you can tell by my click
I'm from the south lil
pourin out your hair
Nigga, any f**kin time nigga, any f**kin where
Make 'em bleed is the motto that, I live by
If you f**k with me it's a must you die
Hope there's none of our boys there for me to sing for
I hope that war's over with and they all come back home
To stay in peace
of the sky like a bomb comes some little punk in a rocket
Now all of a sudden some strange things are happening to me
I had friends
I had lots of friends
Now
thr-thr-throw your motherfucking hands (get 'em high)
All the girls pass the weed to your motherfucking man (get 'em high)
Now I ain't never tell you to put
again, hey
Mission four, got the vintage Rolls
Drop a couple hundreds, tell 'em leave it at the door
I ain't worried, doing me tonight
A little sweat
a new Mercedes (Skrr)
Tell them boys that I said, "fuck you, pay me" (Fuck 'em)
Tell them boys that I said, "fuck you, pay me" (Fuck 'em)
'Cause I just
You can tell by the way I walk that I got 'em
Bail any girl that I wanna
Got bitches 'n marijuana
I can tell by the way you move that you a problem
fruity
Dick in the booty, my pants is Ksubi
Boy's watch is foolish, bitch work at Hooters
They said I couldn't do it
Tell 'em I do this
They boy alley oop
dead
If a nigga run up on me, I'ma fill 'em up with lead (raah!)
.223's hit his body, pop a nigga like some mints
If I ever hit a lick then you know
got that get it
I got that get it what you need
From dope boyz and bitches who love dat rd
Come and get it hey 'cuz I got it bitch
Tell and get
Now here's a little story I've got to tell
About three bad brothers you know so well
It started way back in history
With Adrock, MCA and me, Mike
thing together
I want you to stand on up, now I got somethin' to tell ya'
I told ya' how to think about it, now I want to tell how to get the thing
Iggy
Who you think I give a fuck about, an enemy?
Think I give a fuck about the industry?
Pussy ass nigga better Google me
Boy, I really made a million
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