Lyrics:
like Madden
Now 'lil bitch on madams
You ain't gotta ask I'm smashin'
You ain't gotta ask for them rollies
Everything I ride is foreign
Got a little
Lil Moe
Drop the top part of the 'Dro
Later on I'm touchin' the throat, bare wit it
Where them hot girls that like that nasty shit
Make'em act a ass wit
You got them funny ass colors on, take it off
If you in the club with ice on we takin' off
I thought you was a gangsta nigga, you better shake it
Fuck them pussy niggas that ain't reppin' they shit
I'm on the streets of North Philly tryna get me some smoker
The hood filled with them vultures
the yard, that's culture
Twenty-three hour lockdown, then somebody called
Said your lil' nephew was shot down, the culture's involved
I done seen niggas do
traffic
Spendin' too much time tryna fuck one hoe
How do you plead Mr. Jones?
Man, I'm the pimp of all pimps and y'all comin' up short
Calm down before I
nigga raisin' your lil' man
Real shit, I know the feelin', ain't seen my son in a minute (nah)
BM don't answer for me, so fuck her, I'm in my feelings
Yeah
They don't want no beef, you know what I'm sayin'?
I'm like, yeah, I'ma fuck with 'em, though
(FOREVEROLLING)
(Flexin' on that)
I'm doin'
Mr. Miyagi
Fuck any nigga that ain't got my back, I know God got me
They said I wouldn't come at all, go watch
They say all my niggas looking like they
just made a 100K and spent
It all out with my crew
I be blowing money fast
What the fuck I'm supposed to do?
All this paper I done made
I can't take it
This here I'm going insane, mental disease
Puttin' a bar up to a place, niggas can't reach
Bout to cop so many chains, lil Mr. T
Doe boy she give me
the fuck you at? (Tical)
Let me hear you pigeons run ya mouth now (shut the fuck up)
I'm pluggin' in them social skills that keep my total bills
Over
'm at the safe, fuck a safe haven
They play with my name and I can't take it (lil' bitch)
Tobey Maguire got bit by a spider, but see, me, it was a goat
If you
for less here
I been in my bag anyway
Tryna throw a bag in the safe
Gig on tour, ensurin' my bass
Wavin' my lil' ones and bathing apes
Niggas dying
every day
I was taught every dog got his day
When them bullets go to spark
And the dog gotta lay
Better hope to God he don't jump with the K
Mr deLeon by
surrounded by guns, killers and crack rock
Wish God could've re-edited that shot, I guess not
The L-O-G-I-C, open your mind, like O-ren Ishii
At fourteen,
sentence, I got 'em mad as fuck (yeah)
This for my bros in the chain gang, I'm 'bout to pipe it up
Ayy, free Cold World Tay, tell Lil Pokie that it's up
the fuck you at? (Tical)
Let me hear you pigeons run ya mouth now (shut the fuck up)
I'm pluggin' in them social skills that keep my total bills
Over
dropping meat so fuck them, here's a dick to blow
Now I'm on the top of shit
Now they're showing sportsmanship
What it do and what it be, niggas on some
Listen, I ain't never gave no fuck 'bout a bitch
If I did, ho, gimme my fuck back
Listen, never gave a fuck about them
Pretty hoes stay in my DM
I ain't
'm mighty possessive
Lil' Wayne could not have found him a better successor
Every shot you see them take at me? They all contested
Allen Iverson shoe deal,
Yeah and I can't even lie
You can tell by my red ass eyes that I'm high
I'm doin' sign language, screamin' fuck the other side
Flawgin' ass niggas
fuckin', ah
Well, I'll tell you about my smoke stack
What's coming back, Jack
We'll turn back
Curse for in their words in their words
Tell them that
Yeah!
This-this-this-this
This is an exclusive (let's go)
Mr. Meth, you're so Def, you put them other M.C.'s out to rest (that's right)
And they
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