Lyrics:
club shit
Hold on we back on some club shit
When I rap on the beat I feel murder
My diamonds they dance
I do it on purpose
She said that she want me
hahahaha
we got a bag full of bullets in this bitch with no name on them
you know what I'm saying
when you been hit by the bitch
you know it was ment
Watch, me do my thing
Blow some money I'll make it rain
Stop, I'm going big
If you can't come that's fine by me
Drop, I'm going in
Bass so loud it's
played the guitar
One day I looked up and she went by in a car
Driven by some guy I didn't know
I let 'er go
I went down to New Orleans,
I'd never been
you need? (I need some weed)
Aw man, I don't even fuck with the weed no mo' (What?)
Aw hell naw, man I got this new shit, man
This shit called
a relationship with Jesus
The way we been moving girl we equal
Holyspirit filled and we single
Let's take off and fly like some eagles
We were made to soar
I know she got it
'Cause she lookin' at me like she want it (want it)
She droppin' it low, make me wanna throw some d's on it (hey)
Whatever it is
Detroit?
Heard about Pittsburgh, P. A.?
You oughta know not to stand by the window
Somebody might see you up there
I got some groceries, some peanut
'm hypochondriac
I'm struggling to simmer down, maybe I'm an insomni-black
Bad sleep triggered by bad government
Put a think piece in a rap song the new age covet
she never took a life, ain't here to judge, we all reapers
Think I need some more ice and some more drink, it's all leaving
I got demons in my life,
Buck jump, motherfucker, buck jump, ya bitch
Now we can get it buck in da club
With niggaz I suggest you tuck yo' chain
Fuck security, find out they
Step in the club
They know what it be, got my niggas with me
In the back posted up in the cut
Bad bitches on me, they see I'm a G
I pull out a couple
'm a gangsta, I don't need rap for nothin'
And only play games in the A or Compton
Hop by the box, Chevy murder, any man standin'
It's Boyz N Da Hood, E tell 'em
wasn't movin' units out the trunk, bitch, I'm Master P (ha)
Left wrist rockin' the masterpiece
Cuban bracelet weighin' a half a ki', niggas got some
Drive by the club and I'm riding a Urus
Picture with my fans
And they act like some Tourist
All my drinks gotta be dirty and the purist
I got all these
the blood
Little by little, drop by drop
And let’s be equal in transparency
Create some sort of democracy
If only such thing existed
But who knows, baby I
some niggas off
I had some dirty ass friends
32 dirty birds and they white
Look like Michael Jackson
Try me with the fuck shit
Then my animals attack 'em
okay
To destroy and burn this world and it's people
We all burn equal, mayne we don't deserve this world
I move along slowly and descreet
They say I
wisdom and discernment
I know it may take some time to process this
But that's because nobody has ever done anything like this
At this point I don't know
know I had my doubts
That everything would work out
The world don't always go 'round
Some inner circles get crossed out
But with your hand over my
me, our savior and healer
Drug prices up or down, I know a few dealers
And some accident murderers, they act like they killed on purpose
Liars brag
It's no helpin' you when them thangs melt in you
And way down in Athens, Kiss is a bell ringer
I'ma bring the hood to the farm
Bless 'em with some
the crib and I'm surrounded by some models
In my section we be turnt up, bitches and some bottles
I'm a business man the way I run my check up
Swimming in
can make you moan
Eat you up when we in the kitchen
Let you get on top when we by the stove
When she told me to do it faster
That's when I dug deep in
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