Lyrics:
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin
My music keeps you movin, what are you provin?
You know that I'm two levels above you baby
Hug
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin
My music keeps you movin, what are you provin?
You know that I'm two levels above you baby
Hug
it low if you want you dip it low Sharpshooter spending doe, Mithu Kuna seen it all, pleasure by invitation Jamaica to Singapore she got her booby fix
attention you cannot afford
My nigga, I'm tired of being broke
Tryna make a dollar outta common cents
I guess that kinda makes some sense
Keeping it real
I
the verbal ham
Well, excuse me, I gotta add my two cents in
Don't be alarmed, the rhyme was condensed in
A matter of minutes so it must be told
All that
it's me or nothin'
Yeah, I'm fuckin' glowin' up
Shaq postin' up on niggas that I used to have posters of
Real quick man, you couldn't have hated that
love it
From Washington to Franklin whether grinding or ganking
Getting money gives a sensation that leaves me captivated
Fascinated by the thought
their 2-cents.
Been given life and I'm not gonna waste it living
lies or even behaving as if I've been civilized. Been
polarized. Been followed by
I feel it's time we shape back up, baby
It's that time of year again
Don't Come Outside, Vol. 2 on the way
Y'all only rock with me 'cause I'm
Big 3200 big Stunna let's do it yeah
Let's get straight into it
All these bad bitches keep pursuing
I don't give a fuck what a fuck n**** doing
Still
dollar bill y'all
Make the homies rob and steal, kid for real y'all
It takes money to buy that TV set
It takes money to place that casino bet
It
Walmart clerk
And when they ask me to donate just five cents
I never do it
'Cuz that's some more money that I can use
And I always steal the free tissues
J.E.V.O.N.
Verse 2
Doc said Jevon yea ya flow sick
Told him cool long as it’s not Covid
Real nigga flip stimulus check
10 bands to a mill wanna bet
Use
Spitting game like a old head, I got knowledge
If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense
Cause you need a hundred cents in order to make a dollar
Hey,
to keep this shit on the down low
Okay
Wont even be telling the homies
Im real
To Hell with the phony
Just me and my forty
We walk down the block
Bitch
their soul where the belief is glowing
We evolving but the barrels keep revolving like doors
Because nothing brings more profit than wars
By the time they
kiswazi na bado twaroga Lami,
Let's bring it back
Rappers Numbers Don't Lie
Niggaz Talk Shiit
Cause I'm the hottest nigga I speak real
Ain't
it up for now, I'ma run it up for yeah
Huh, I'm so good at gettin' rich, it ain't shit to send a blitz
Five thousand every fit, when I sin, I
think I sprinkled when I tinkled
so, I dip in the sides there be a sweeter by the seater
cocoa powder, bubble-bath, and rubbing alcohol
for 5
You know we keep it bangin don't fake the funk
So all the real niggaz stay gangsta'd up
We makein papa only suckas claim to touch
By stickin
You know we keep it bangin don't fake the funk
So all the real niggaz stay gangsta'd up
We makein papa only suckas claim to touch
By stickin
them racks
If it don't stack up
Real tweet bai
Mek di gyal dem mad
Real flee bai
Make em jack my swag
Flow smooth
So de wan go dutty wine
No trust
So
Or how about I get sent up state for 3 years then I can come home to a congratulations I guess im a real nigga now I made it
Never mind the 5 years
better lock your door
5, 6, get your crucifix
7, 8, don't stay up late
When I speak you better listen, the harder it gets, the more follows
And I'm
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