Lyrics:
of green'll give a nigga blues
A sip of purple make a nigga rue
Make a drunk person speak a sober tune (I can't go on this way)
Fuck dat, I can't do it man
and blow trial
You catch cal when you browse through my X-files
Who be next now?
Man's down, hands down
Hold ground by yo side when it go down
I dedicate
wake up and do it on replay again
I get up and cook up and sit by the scale I know they gone pull up
And I love to get it you call me im open like im
Cameras is on me but this isn't new to me
I'm on my campus committing some foolery
I got some metal I ain't talkin jewelry
Man I'm talkin currency
And the way it's gonna make you shout, shout, shout, boy
Disco guy
You'll be sorry if you pass me by
I've got what you need
And boy, I wouldn't tell you
strafe the sky
As Disco Johnny hustles by
Man, those feet can fly, high
Well, tonight let's dance and risk romance
Baby, let's take a chance
We'll
right now
I wana rock right now
Ok big body Benz no Sedan
She got a new outfit it's all tan
Cut ya phone off mutha fuck ya man
Got a big bag we can
low a Town by the way of Illinois and
Our blocks come together like Legos
They know who I am, I'm the man with a
Plane and a nigga with verses
Blowin'
Man lives
In a sun lit world
Of what he believes to be reality
But
There is unseen by most
An underworld that is just as real
But not
all
But most of all honey I like you the best
I'm on the corner when you drive by
You smile and wave no wonder why
Because you know honey I like you
jeans on but I'm still ready to fight
Warrior
Earnin my survival stripes
I feed of pain gettin stronger by the night
Pop a thizzz now I'm headed
Title : (Chick Raised On The Farm)
Verse 1:
Well I was raised on a rooster farm in the backwoods of Kentucky. My ol’ man was the chicken man better
call me, don't call my mother
Don't call my father and don't even give my dog a biscuit
Yo, bow, wow
And by the way I did cancel all the credit
Yeahh
Myster
I need a crib by the lake
Of course I want riches
They gave me three wishes
I guess I'll add bitches
Niggas wasn't with us
line
Glory of god in rhyme
Saved by grace
Of course it's evident
Devil can't spot these signs
Now I got private calls from them man so I just press
cloudy clear by evenin'
Ha and the limp sells fifty papes a week, all by itself
I don't need the limp to sell papes
I got personality
It takes
remember I’m the shit
And you niggas flies
I feel like the man that broke bread
Just tryna feed his people
Then he got snaked by his guy
In this world
like it when ya booty doo
(Shake it to the right)
You know what I will do to you
(What you sayin'?)
So why play wit it? Let a real man hit it
I
She my lily pad
Make me a baby's dad
That ass I had to grab
With consent
More than ten percent
Candles lit
Still the man inside the Tit
Showed the badge
the v glock got a beam
I wont miss that man
Gang wonder how i jus flipped a Gram
I'm surrounded by lifters lethal Shooters
You niggas ain't up on no
melee, fuck a gun, fuck a shooter
Bitch 16 by 9, we gon' boot you like computer
I'm swerving UFO, futuristic tech scooter
Heard them talkin down, store
one for all the grownups
I keep my cards close 'cause I don't deal with jokers
Man, I'm sick of bein' dope, but why they hardly notice?
And these
And I'm fresh like I'm by Mennen
I'm on the clock like five minutes
Tryin' to get passed the line of scrimmage
Yeah, and before I leave her thighs
the way, aha, aha
I like it, aha, aha
That’s the way, aha, aha
I like it, aha, aha
That’s the way, aha, aha
I like it, aha, aha
When you take me by the hand
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