Lyrics:
dawg mm mm
So many nights she done cried by my side every bitch is not my type dawg
Wrap the babies, throw a lil pepper, go get the Lysol.
Mac I made it
down bitch watch me hold it down
All around player niggz quiet when I come around
Yeah they know what's going down roll the gas up
Blue dreams smoke
of them will drown
I don't fuck around
With all this evil shit
Give me the crown
Yeah
I don't wanna be the fucking one
To show you your demise
Grab you
[Chorus: x 4]
It's goin' be 187 after 187
It's goin' be blukah after blukah out my MAC-11
[Juvenile]
They got a lot of.. niggas tryin' ta.. get me
you
Now picture me ballin' the emenies around me
Waitin' for me to go down
Player hater's are created by the hour
Dope deal gone sour
Replace the yae
Instead they speed ahead yo nigga watch me
I'm drunk by myself, gun under my seat
I don't want none of my peeps caught
Up in none of my beef
I'm a ride
You can't even test me, no matter how hard you try.
Fuck around, lay around, punk; do or die.
I'm back again, the roughneck nigga from Boston.
When I
This is how I'm feeling right now
I mean I'm i'm blessed
Me, I ain't got to send a usher around
With baskets or talk to a choir
But nigga I'm
always feel like somebody's watchin me rivercat I of a Tiger like a Detroit Rock City
Rivercat I 4 an I tooth 4 a tooth like a gold rivercat I just don't
the 4-4
Too high, can't come down
Losing my head, spinning round and round
Too high, can't come down
Losing my head, spinning round and round
Pray for me
crazy
By the way I'm moving to the beat
You're standing on the wall
What you come here for?
You're gonna feel the heat
Dancing next to me
If you
by the name of Rihanna with me
Straight from Barbados, give 'em that flavor baby girl
Let's go
You were there for me when I needed you when my
says, "Pig Pen, I got me a good idea.
Them Friends a' Jesus gonna save us!
"So praise the Lord and Mister Ford,
And follow that micra-bus, ten-four
to go and damn near went blind
Young niggas at the pad throwin' up gang signs
Ran in the house and grabbed my clip
With the MAC-10 on the side of my
Aye
We like Google check the facts boy
Got a Mac boy
Try me bad and you get slapped boy
Oh by the rap boy
Ciggy smokin' on a black boy that smell
My name, it probably ring like Las Vegas slot machines (talk to 'em)
The MAC by my pelvis in my Helmut Lang (uh-huh)
The shells'll bang, make
with the black stripe
Referee preferably i be feeling myself and I
Ain't on no Ecstasy
But the groupies is and you can
Tell by how they molested me
She
that
Bandana wrapped where my chrome and my wig at
If he want beef, hit his home with a Big Mac
Niggas be breakin' the code like a Kit-Kat
Runnin'
Turn around and lose pounds
Like I'm fucking Timbaland
By pounds, I mean in (beep)
Give it 'til he cop brick like
A wall with pig in it
And money coming
ass on the wall, snatch the throne to the floor
When I come around don't take no shit
She kinda scared but she gave consent
Yeah I do that baby
I'm
Lil' Fizz
Jhené
[Intro Hook-Jhené]
I'll be down 4 u baby
I'ma ride for u baby
I will be the one u need
I'll do anything u want me to
[Rap-Lil'
the stick from the clip, bitch, you're found
I put a stick in the ground, like a founder
I love money, so she want me around her
Caught her putting ten bands
on, me and Pun ain't from the Bronx
You's wrong, nigga, we can get it on (yo, yo)
Ayo, guns we toss 'em, and bodies we auction
To his family we
turn it, stick it, dunk it
P-p-p-p-pump it!
You open the door step into the place
Look around, strange painting on the walls
A chick on the floor
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