Lyrics:
Ya
Oh-ya-ya
New day rise and shine
Sunlight feelin' fine
In the clouds so divine
Yeah you know it's my time
Jumpin' outta bed gotta throw on my
Ay, Check this out,This the Carolina Birddog
AKA Ginboy, Mister Ginboy, y'all know what it is
I got my man Gotto in the house tonight
I got my
love attention
So show him some love
Now come up slow and jus ride the head
Now drop down fast
Put it all in the air
Now turn ya ass around let me
But when the drive-by hit this is the main route
What the fuck is my problem nigga?
I got a glock seventeen better gobble them
So why should I trip,
get jacked for your ride
catch you from the passengers side
my words turn the sea red
like the eyes of a weed head
ya'll peep my led then
Ay, I got a 45 magnum kitted
And you will rarely see me grab my dick without grabbing it with it
If you want, I can tag ya with it
And you can tell
Ay, I got a 45 magnum kitted
And you will rarely see me grab my dick without grabbing it with it
If you want, I can tag ya with it
And you can tell
got ya
Get up outta this
Get up outta this
Ay
Get up out this darkness
Get up out this darkness
Oh
I can focus on you
But you gotta stay true
You been
da-ay, sta-ay for the wa-ay that I spra-ay
Sa-ay, you gotta pa-ay, that's ya-ay and ay-ay
Bumblebee tuna, (*Growl*)
Don't be smelling like it if your
killin em, boy
[Young hustler:]
Man, go 'head, go 'head
[Old hustler:]
I'm tellin ya, I was shittin on it
Word up, I was the man
And a car -
And I might just snap the piss,
Out a pussy ass nigga like you, nigga fuck ya
Take a 45 cross the head gun butt ya (Yeah!)
Y'all pussy-ass niggas
the stash, pop out the mac
Try and pop out ya back
More to sweat, i'll pop out ya rat
Come on man
I ain't got time for that love shit
Get outta here
Niggas
need a double
Don't get me in trouble, I
Ay-yi-yi-yi, die by your side
Ay-yi-yi-yi, die by your side
Keep it a hunnit, hunnit
Tryna make something outta
make a 187 look easy
Fuck that, I lay my murder game down
Push me, nigga, see what I'm about
I was a snotty nose, nappy head, dirt-ball nigga
Sayin? I
Ay Ay
Bands in the coupe
Bands on the roof
Bands in my shoes
Bands with the juice
Bands in the coupe
Bands on the roof
Bands in my shoes
Bands with
don't even know what to rhyme ya
It is my bedtime ya ya
Finna feel like Paul blart cop ya
Finna bop my head to kids bop ya
Finna go criss lika criss cross
real sharp on this one
Make way for this croc that'll swat at ya beard
Got pockets on octopus outta my ears
Scarfacin' it, a lotta looks here? i stay
signed by Hov and Dame?
And ran to Jacob and made the new Jesus chains?
In Jesus' name, let the choir say
"I'm on fire, ay," that's what Richard Pryor say
them I'm jizzin all over it
Dope women fuckin position ya ass where my tummy is
She definitly did put on for her city
Two smut nasty chick nuthin wrong
battle
I'll never jet it like a shot to ya head
I'm embedded in your mind
With constant conscience lyrical rhyme
At the end of time, I'll be in my prime
watch, ya chain
Ya wallet
My flow is like Ashford and Simpson
Rock solid
I sold dope outta my dorm room in college
I slung weight at Ball State
I'm comin'
in ya zone
Big Dust we lost touch see you when you get home
And my man Stan just got back from doing ten
On some bullshit now his ass is back up again
always a quarrel
But some shit changed and now I'm cravin the calm times
Shit gotta outta line, my life I wanted to quantize
Human beings are strange, all
must get paid
I said...
I Shine so bright guess my die dye drippin'
I'm a fly guy listen
Icon livin'
Bet ya Nikon clickin'
But I high key trippin'
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