Lyrics:
fuck fuck a war
You're lucky that I ain't the president
'Cause I'll push the fuckin' button and get it over wit
Fuck all that waitin'
on a bisket, another statistic
I try to chill but you insisted coming all in my district
I don't know why the fuck you risk it
I be more deep, walking
observers, whew! I just got away wit' murder
Yo, you ain't got to front for me, my gun pop too
Nigga pop me? Nigga pop you
Yo, don't shorty right there
cap
Like hoes on the track when they don't adapt
'Til they get the raw back, no more rap
Keep it in the air
The Basquiat energy, you feel it
the
Gas runs out (there goes ya Benz)
They just don't make my breed no more
Nobody lives by the code of the street no more
I don't deal wit the nonsense,
and I got the steak sauce
Two faced and I’ll take yo face off
Try to test me ion play soft
And I’ll sing to your bitch like I’m trey Songz
Yeah Trey Songz
be a honor to create life wit ya
Can I lay right wit ya?
And wake you up wit light kisses?
Goodmorning sunshine see the more I see ya eyes is
and get poked
The streets got no hope, if you scared, pray to the Pope (ah)
Family fed by the dope
If you ain't lived it, you won't understand me
Banana
me get some"
I said "No, 'cause he's a victim, and he probably in my premises
You know when I open my book wit my lyrics I'm endin this"
(No question)
And they won't stop fucking with me, so I'ma fuck wit nigga's
Na-na-na-na-na, you can not fuck with
That nigga Tech N9ne, coming wit that rough shit
you don't believe me sit back watch me
Cause im a takeoff, I feel like Trey Songz
Pull off with your bitch in the coupe getting topped off
With the top
Songz
Let me see, put him in a suit, James Bond
When you slide on the hoes, they laugh at you
Turn Lillard into KD by the afternoon
What I heard in yo
Huh, make my motherfuckin' day
'Cause you'll be one dead motherfucker black
I'ma put you ass on you back
I won't play no games wit cha boy
You
need it in my life
She said she a city girl
I said i can tell
By the way your tongue twirl
I bring fans to my hotel
Fuck them like I'm johnny sins
You
You heard that uhh that new Loss Daze by by that Kid Bootz
Naw naw mayne I ain't heard that I ain't heard that
Mayne fuck wrong wit you mayne you
so roured, that bullshit aint workin no more
you wanna be the first rapper dead in the '04
two many niggas cool wit' da jaky
so you let 'em get
this nigga
When I'm more than you can handle look at this figure
And I be making figures
Holy Grail like Jigga
Not Trey Songz but staying ready by
Das, Billy Danz, Teflon, and Lil Fame
[Chorus: x2]
Say hello to the bad guy
Hmmhm, excuse me as I
Grab my N-you-Ts no need to ask why
We
Stop the bullshit, I guarantee you get hit, by Psycho Kiz
1996 to the year I quit, nothin happenin'
Fuck the yappin', and start clappin'
All these
round with my new bitch
I'm popping bottles and shopping and flying private to Maui
Living life, no excuses, don't give two fucks about you
You seen my
Huh, make my motherfuckin' day
'Cause you'll be one dead motherfucker black
I'mma put your ass on your back
I won't play no games wit cha boy
You
my eyes
It's a statement that I'm makin' and ain't takin' no backtalk
I'm blowin' niggaz hats off as soon as my gat cough
The last thought you
we tryin to squash that big
But niggaz get hard-headed, filled wit leaded
Fuck around and get deaded, now for wetted
God set it, automatic
Yeah me you
a lil Dream song
Sing something
Make the neighbors know my name
Like I'm Trey Songz
What you say huh
Okay okay
Okay yeah based off what we doing
It's
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