Lyrics:
fucked up what you did
I hooked you up with my girl and shit
You fucked her, every time you see her
You don't even say shit to her, you know what I'm
my feelings just get crushed
That's why I stick with my duns, like I stick with the guns
Don't get mad, rip your hun, concentrate on my funds
Lift
and a gentleman
Hating cause you mad or
Mad because you hating
Its like I'm obligated haters
I dominate them just pay attention now and
Leave your comment later
We
that, Royce, where you at?
I'm right here Fire Marshall, verbal pair of pliers, I pry apart you
Lump on your head designed by a bar stool
Designed by
yet
I'm not dead yet
I'm a mad dog fighting with the wall against my back
You better get a bigger gun I'm not dead yet
I've been machine-gunned
All we did was break and freak it
We had all that lovers ever had
We just blew it and I'm not sad
Well, I'm mad and I'm bad
And two years have gone by
be easy
Don't doubt yourself trust me, you need me
This ain't no shoulder with a chip, or an ego
But what you think they all mad at me for?
You
, just hold you tight
Like a four-leaf clover, I be goin' through
Your flowers, baby, your garden's open
A sight for sore eyes
Good lord, I'm focused
shine, could do it justice, baby, ew
Heard you tryna build with a new bitch
Can you front? I don't need this now
I can't take no chances when you're mad
2 red cups, gin in it with mad ice
Smoking like a Taylor over show
You for show right
I just keep it g, I just keep it g
I just keep it g baby, I
smoke it
Know what I'm sayin'?
And, and, and then Baby U, he a psychopathic
He a psychopathic thinker (uh-huh)
And, and, then we got, then we got
Well alright. Spice 1 in the hiddouse
(and Short Dawgs in the house bitch).
With the L.A. Players (soldiers to the game you know?) Yeah.
(Peep
The niggas willing to give the listeners the sickest feeling
Like mixing some Benadryl and penicillin
Then I'm filling the clip with a written
Can you picture
You can burn my house
You can cut my hair
You can make me wrestle naked
With a grizzly bear
You can poison my cat
Baby I don't care
But if you
to see it baby
And you was out here doing the same thing as me
I wanna ask, has he been by the crib?
Has he been in our, car? And did you let him,
You know I'm gettin' money)
'Cause we can do it! (Young paid nigga
You know I'm gettin' money)
I got friends with money, and I got money too
So we put
yeah)
Do you wanna bump and slump with us? (Uh-huh, yeah, yeah, baby, uh-huh)
We the type of people make the club get crunk
Say ah ha, hush that fuss,
Yeah this one right here goes out to all the baby's mamas, mamas
Mamas, mamas, baby mamas, mamas
Yeah, go like this
I'm sorry Ms. Jackson (oh),
as a motherfucker, why I'm rich
By a bag brother get a nigga high I'm lit
I'm bad, hit you in your eye and your bitch
Hit you when you're hidin', now you it, now
I'm like, you right
She could be my angel wings, her voice sounds like an angel sings
Ya I'll be back with the trade mark strings
Just try
the projects
Baby we're like rockets
Lovin' what we started
If you ride then I'm ridin' too (ride oh ride)
By your side always stuck on you (yeah)
You
Half an Ativan, I'm drivin' straight at a van
In a black sedan, fast as I can
In Pakistan gettin' chased by a pack of Stans
You know how I roll, bitch
add
Ain't nothing you can tell me
I'm on them hills like I'm Jonathan Kelsy
Told her friends that she felt me
We mad love through the love hate lp
You
do you remember, Cause Baby I Remember
We were alone, and I was singin my song.
My homey, Only homey, Walking and we talking fo' sho
And I'm a be
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