Lyrics:
think he
A big dog
Buddy gone get his ass
Shipped off
I beat a Nigga ass up
Inna mall
Ima street nigga
So I gotta stand tall
You can tell by the way
Penny-loafers didn't bring no luck,
Should I throw him a rope?
Nope, hell no, not me
I'm rollin' on rollin' on by, yee yee
He don't put a good dip in
(Oh, really)
Eat that dick up like your rent due (why? Come here, baby)
Young rich nigga, fuck me like you wanna a Benz coupe (skrrt)
If you do,
hope you hate me when I'm rich cuz
On my mind Wallahi we all go be bliss
Broke all the rules teachers named me the 1
Cards on the roof abatey in
Open the door, Richard
Open the door and let me in
Open the door, Richard
Richard, why don't you open that door
I met old zeke standing
times I felt
No hope
I just hope my grandma proud of me
Grind wit no apologies
Ain't a thing stopping me
I know you wanna copy me
We know you
Me
I'm Too Lit To Be Fucking With
A Average Bitch You Heard Me
You Niggas Watch What I Do
You Heard Me
I'm You Niggas Motivation
You Heard Me
on me)
Givin' you swag for free
Learn how to dress from me (how to dress from me)
Keepin' these hoes beneath
Keepin' 'em beneath my feet (okay)
I done
the block, watch out for cops
Watch how you move, you take that wrong step then we stop
He go by "Top", and he kill plenty and they want to see him knocked
black teen
I used to dream, of bein a architect
Easier said than done, believe me it's hard to get
Out of the projects, without forgettin where you
you heard a thug cry he really tryna survive?
A couple years have went by he workin', got a 9 to 5
By clutchin' on that steel pipe he really ain't tryna
care about music you just wanna get rich
You try your best bitch
To make me sick
You’re a disgusting circumcised cunt and got no clit
My rein of terror
C's up, G's up, B's up, oh
He's up, we's up, Easter
Get a real woman, don't trust these slu-
And when you're around the cops don't say three much
It
through the peephole (yeah)
Hit a nigga with the Rico (yeah) , yeah
Uh, choppa by my side, homicide (yeah)
I'ma kill that nigga if he
Talkin' down, he gon'
got hit
Shh, a snake and got caught by the spot,
But he ran and he think that he slick
Shh, you a bitch and you know it you rappin and shit,
But its
if I don't keep bein' lit, she swear it's over
She told me if I stop bein' rich, she swear it's over
My nigga be jellin', he be hatin', and I know it
to read like greek hard to get like a trophy
But you don't gotta' ball like a champ just to know me
I'm close with the homies way up like the nosebleeds
shot in the dome
He ain’t make it out the hood, but he made it to the news
19, couldn’t even get booze
Some niggas just trynna win, they don’t play by
me switch the flow up, I feel like talking 'bout his bitch
Luh' shawty fucked the floor up, what you put up in her mix?
Do you know that he a ham?
"Yea
chance or might
Army you should go on tour with me
He said this street the next Hollywood
Only me and army filming maybe it could
Film ten minutes he
on the fighter in the blue trunks (yo, yo, get the fuck off me, man)
If I see one more of those, you're outta here, brother (yo, get out my way, man)
(Yo, he
on the fighter in the blue trunks (yo, yo, get the fuck off me, man)
If I see one more of those, you're outta here, brother (yo, get out my way, man)
(Yo, he
Amiri (ha)
All my fans like to hear me
All my bitches kind of eerie (ha), but they pretty and they rich
and they thick then a bitch (nah, for real)
forgotten the passion
Even if life has, taken him away from me"
The guitarist looks at her, from so far away
And he thinks by himself that he was so silly
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