Lyrics:
Eve guarantee betcha' niggaz want to pop this
Little kids behind me screamin' out, "Can you stop miss?"
I know they daddy's fiendin', daydreamin'
how I’m drippin
Fur coat fitted
Want it so I get it
If you hatin stop trippin
Perigon sippin
Flyer than a pigeon
Birds steady flippin
First day
lookin' over, at me
She wanna turn up
I can tell by the look in her face
That she ain't happy with you, nigga
And I can bet that I'm gon' get her
And I
[Chorus:]
They mad at me
Check got Os, diamonds in my chain (they mad at me)
Good got Jordan?s, the sun in my Range (they mad at me)
Pass by
[Chorus]
They mad at me
Check got Os, diamonds in my chain (they mad at me)
Good got Jordan's, the sun in my Range (they mad at me)
Pass by don't
[Chorus]
They mad at me
Check got Os, diamonds in my chain (they mad at me)
Good got Jordan's, the sun in my Range (they mad at me)
Pass by don't
You know the good Lord is always good
No matter if a nigga hatin' on ya
Debatin' with ya
Frustratin' ya
The Lord will get you right
This life
bitch got a wide body
Hoppin' off the jet and I got twenty racks in every pocket
Cross get set on fire, niggas die if you try to stop me
Jail cells, I
the rent,
I know I've done you wrong;
'member that rainy eve that
I threw you out,
With nothing but a fine-tooth comb?
I know I'm to blame,
Well, ain't
high, tell you bitches bye bye
All we know is go, and we gon' fly by, we might hit a stop sign
I know y'all laugh, But I got the last one, lil nigga, haha
give everything you've got?
When you tried, and tried and you can't stop
Out of luck when you can't eve see the top
You decide, decide that that's enough
They see me rollin'
They hatin'
Patrollin' and tryna catch me ridin' dirty
Tryna catch me ridin' dirty
Tryna catch me ridin' dirty
Tryna catch
gon' have a little church up in there
Oh, oh, oh, I'm blessed
Wakin' up, thankin' God
Every day is feelin' just like Sunday
Wifey fly, by my side
Been on the road so long god damn
Either you hatin or creating or a fan
You fake fucks can't stop my plans
Coming up just me and my mans
Been
I used to say
This the kind of thing people write love songs about
Turn my face up and pray
That I'll stop seeing you when the sun's going down
and the temptations of Eve
No parkin' by the sewer sign
Hot dog, my razors broke
Water drippin' up the spout
But I dont care, let it all hang out
Hangin' from a pine
For you and for me and our lonely little Xmas tree
Another year has passed in by for our lonely little tree
Xmas eves upon us now, it’s finally come
at you and spit thug literature
Your fan base want to get rid of you
Still in the hood doing it
I don't know why I'm doing this, we don't eve move a lot
in the distance listening to the slaughtering of there own.
So fear and stress sets in as the other groups approached the slaughter house led by
playing while I stop and go
Last Christmas I gave you my heart
but on New Year's Eve we'll make a brand-new start
Despite the rush and haze, I feel warm
boy hatin' on the low I swear it need to stop
Ride with the mob, slide with the mob
Talkin' all that shit then you get hit with the mop
Oh my god, oh my
When on the phone
Baby Joe in new york but he said he gon
Stop by a nigga when ever he touch down
I been hurt back to back I ain't showin love
Ain't been
wake up fine and dandy
But then by the time I find it handy
To rip my heart apart and start
Planning my crash landing
I go up, up, up, up, up
sayin', so I holla at her I say
"Ay man check this out, man I seen ya over there
Hollin' at ole boy, I ain't hatin' on that
You know what I'm sayin'
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