Lyrics:
Yeah
Yeahhh, yeah
I love the way she hold it down for me
I love the way she hold it down for me
Yeah
Yeah
Hold it down for me
It’s a vibe, yeah
It’s
hating what i do)
Niggas hating what I do
Watch me pull up in a coop
I like my bitches in twos
They like the way that I move
I keep my niggas in tune
They
face at
And the MAC 11 tucked in where da 12 gauge at
When I was 13 had 14 grams of ajax
Turned 15 start spitting 16s
Of straight crack
By 17, 18th
with me in your deck
Cause your correct way to get your groove on FLOMPS
And I paid the costs to be the boss as a kid
Fucked around and made some shit
Introverted Extrovert
Don't get ya feelings hurt
It's just one of them days ou
I don't wanna talk no way ou
I talked all yesterday ou
No more small talk now I'm
(why?)
'Cause I see some ladies tonight that should be havin' my baby, baby
(How ya livin' Biggie Smalls?)
In mansion and Benz's givin' ends to my
we got in them scuffles
Trynna do better to stay out of trouble
'Member days you ain't wanna go hustle
Now I'm out flexing go get you some money
I
first 8-Ball at 120
Broke it drown and flipped it for 3
Did it a couple times, flipped OZs
From there, I was on my way keys
Got saved by the rap game
greedy I got mad friends with Benz's
C-notes by the layers, true fuckin' players (uh)
Jump in the Rover and come over
Tell your friends jump in the GS3
Though it's easy for a loser
To be jealous of a winner that's
Just the way that it is
Do you ever look back at
Some of your performances and
Look at your
through
The dusty streets of Italy in a cage
And later confined to a madhouse
Celine robbed, hooted at, tormented by
The French
Fitzgerald who finally quit
the remix, motherfucker, stand up now (yeah)
I'm very large in these streets, niggas small fry
Got a type of check I could knock your whole hood down
Go
in your corner when you need them by your side
Satan you a liar, get your hands off these people
Call upon the Lord, Jesus we need you Pray for God's
gun every single day
Motherfuckers wanna start shit in every way
That's why I carry my motherfucking gun every single day
Coming from the small
Aye aye, bitch act right
Get them shits by the pint get your bag right
You little niggas small business get your ass by
Real bad thick bitch keep my
Yeah
Aye
Taskforce
On the way way way up I do it for my gang
I can't change up not for a little change
They falling in line like I'm Major Payne
for it
But today try playing on some street curb,
Singin' the news in everyday words
The people pass by, the laughin' is heard
Or else they hit you
through your hood with me in your deck
Cause your correct way to get your groove on FLOMPS
And I paid the costs to be the boss as a kid
Fucked around
And I'm from a small city but
I got some big dreams
Daddy left me as a youngin'
Jail was his location so I had no motivation
But I was still dedicated
Can't
that this way of thinking is ridiculous
I confess
The less I sleep, the more obsessed
I become with wanting to rhyme everything that goes on in my mind
know is get a sack off the d perfecting that
Hit it with a twist a small dab yea that's the Will effect ( Will Effect )
By the way I talk don't have
mind, he well knows
What he'd find if he looked a little deeper in you
In you
Drag the waters some more
Like never before
Drag the waters some
mind, he well knows
What he'd find if he looked a little deeper in you
In you
Drag the waters some more
Like never before
Drag the waters some
beginning to end
And then when I'm finished, you better believe
That in the end each and every guy and gal'll see
That I'm way too much for some Eminem clones
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