Lyrics:
the wrong way
You doin' it the wrong way
If you don't know me by now eh
If you don't know me by now
If you don't know me by now
If you don't know me by now eh
[B.G.]
Watch out
Let them hot boys through nigga
Get out tha way
What nigga
[B.G.]
Straighting up bitch nigga fore my cake cut loose
getting busy
She said, "Russ, you're way to litty, committee"
Man get lizzy, killy, do my dance like Shiggy, yuh see me
Dance for the war with Jimmy
want and need
Don't you see
You've been blinded by the way you speak
And I keep giving in
When you give me a piece
But you see
It's the whole damn cake
want and need
Don't you see
You've been blinded by the way you speak
And I keep giving in
When you give me a piece
But you see
It's the whole damn cake
I'm dying and Nyash is life
When I see Nyash (eheeen ehheeen)
My head turn upside down
Idi yen lo por por por por por por por por por
Por por por
Damn I like yo taste
Dracko is not a 4
(Not a 4)
I hear that fuck nigga creepin outside the door
(I can see em thru the mother fuckin door)
I know
Fuck Jay-Z!
Yeah! Wait What?
It's D-Bo Mothafucka, It's the Creamery
Oh oh, Okay my bad...Yo pass the blunt though
Go ahead a take your shot
I'll
I'll never give you up (ha)
No, I'll never stop
Keep it comin', keep on comin' for more
(See, ba-doo-bo, yeah, yeah, yeah) (don't front, front)
I'll
I told you I was back otun dape mo ghost
Orin mi Agba okan dape mo boast
You no fit drop project kotun wa loma choke
Omo
You Dey feel like Kendrick
bo in '95
Ridin wit my boys deallin dope gettin high
Crackers tryin to give me time, and we ain't talkin 5
Niggaz talk fly so dat pistol by my
shakes his head
Everyone laughs)
By the way
I don’t know the days of the week i
Just go to exactly when my appointment is
We’d just look at each other
been this way ever since I was a baby)
From O-H-I-O bringin down the stash
(For all my dogs all the kids all my ladies)
[Bow Wow]
It's the B-O you
Writin rhymes is the best way I express how I feel
If I ain't rich by twenty-six, I'll be dead or in jail
Comin up I heard sippin to much booze'll leave
killas with me
Piss me off i see red, lil stupid bitch I'm coming aiming at yo fitty
Thirty-eight green dot, and I ain't missing nigga
With my white
finger tips
So when I squeeze the rubber grip
Release the clip, then leave the clip
see-Cypher Pigs can't identify it
The true and living God, son,
ko gbodo ko jade se
Omo to ba mi ke ko gbodo ko jade se
To ba jade se o gbodo ni bo se je
Omo to ba mi ke ko gbodo ko jade se
O ye your got my back
Việt Nam muôn đời
Cùng mong mong chờ (cùng mong chờ)
Those nights I pray
Trying to find my way (trying to find my way trying to find my way)
Việt
myself
Welcome back to the 21st century identity crisis
Always on the internet with all of my vices
Another mixtape it was way too enticing
I do this
flat on my back, I'd slid 'til it hurt
Giving it over, giving it over
You put my head in the clouds and my feet in good dirt
My head in the clouds
to the grind,
Back to the grind see the way that we shinning
Chandeliers on my neck awoo
Chandelier on my neck awoo
All the way up All the way up
All the way up
roll up to the grave yard
Who gon be next...to take that final ride?
Chorus
[c-murder]
I done seen mo crime than a crime lord
Sometimes I sit back
it's the only way their gonna respect us
If it's this system, in the ghetto back far to one place one time
Know we gone, how they sleep at night if
blessings
Can see from the way I'm dressing yeah
Shout me for the session
With a white shorty call her El Chapo
Been a pretty boy like I'm Rocky Flacko
Damn I
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