Lyrics:
'lone, me on my own though
Look, I cut that bitch off like an edit
My daddy a G, it's genetics (Straight up)
I heard ya new shit, it's pathetic
Ya
Now, where the ladies at?
(Yo, we're chillin' over here)
And all the fellas, the fellas?
(We takin' over this year)
I heard the party's 'round
blunts till my arm look like Popeye
Till the day is bye bye
Till then, three hundred G fly by, rented
So foggy windows look tinted
We just be lookin'
cute when I didn't have the loot
And I don't smoke birds but I'm still real nice with the birds
So fuck (hey!) what you heard
'Cause we got it like
Some girls like a boy born and raised in a city
Yeah, the ones that never heard George Strait or Keith Whitley
Like a high rise view and a high
was twenty one, just a son of a gun rollin' like a stone I was born to run
But I never met a girl like that had me turnin' round coming right back
We
Millionaires boy
Get ya game up nigga
Living life like that boy
Life it's no tomorrow ya heard me
Rich Gang that fly shit nigga
Size up guarantee you gone
a women in the world that can doubt that (Oh)
I need a women not a girl 'cause I'm bout that (Oh no no)
And when I give ya what I give ya
(You gon' like
This city boy's
Tired of city life
Maybe she could be
My pretty wife
I should find me a country girl
I bet I could really rock her world
Ain't got no
it up! B-Boys on the dance floor burn it up!
Everybody 'round the whole world heard of us
And we kill of the track cuz we so murderous
Let’s go!
I'm on the North Side
Thinking bout a way to change the game
My seat is court-side
Hot boy rolling, 18
I'm bout to scorch by
Had to put the porch by
wanting
their hawaiian island world
the shopkeeper from Illinois came round
a freshly fired gun in his hand
he said he'd just shot a young poet
for writing
me
We've come a long way since H.O.C. (watch)
I live by the beat, I die by the beat, since 1990, I (I)
Live by the beat, I die by the beat, like
that's real love
I ain't never changin' up, yeah
If I like you, you lucky
I'ma change your whole life like it's nothin'
Girl, I know not to stall
on now
As we proceed, to give you what you need (yeah)
You know I like it when your body goes (bump, bump, bump)
Bad Boy, B2K
Yo O, talk to 'em, playa
, one shot to love you all night long
Yessir, Robin Thicke
So you sayin' you ain't from 'round here
I can tell by your accent, dear
You got
puff puff dib I need to live please pass that
as we zone shoot a jewel in baby girl dome
It's a crazy world let me drop you home let's go
by the way
never heard of ya
Momma's boy from West Suburbia
You don't belong 'round here so what you doing
Keep persuin my crew and get ruined, screw 'em
a model now, models and them bottles 'round
A Blood holla "Ballin'" but the boys in blue, they shot 'em down
Gang-affiliated, colors prosecutors painted
serious
That's why I expose my soul to the globe, the world
I'm tryin' to make it better for these little boys and girls
I'm not just another individual
like I feel unchanged
Can you call a rose by any other name?
Gerald
Take your time
Teena
In there, I got a song for you boy
Telling the world about
five rounds (shots)
My forty-five got me fortified with live rounds
When shit's thick we plot hits, when our Glock spits
All hail, out on bail, wrath
outside, they'll spin the block
How the fuck these niggas actin' like they street? They in the house
Heard that nigga want the clout, fuck it, put them
the patience at?
Nigga make his own brother face his back
Give love, then take it back
Good grief, man, this world is quite heavy on my aching back
Cops
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