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through tha alley; I duck like Chris Powell (yeah!).
Niggaz talkin' out they neck; must be high off Fentanyl (fa'real).
Dem pillz kickin' in (ooh!); I'm
to respect this type of person
And you got to listen to that type of person
Fuck all of that shit (uhh)
I'm doing it the way I wanna do it
Look, I'm (Lil
deep, think this light-skinned bitch want to fuck with me
Lil' bitch got locks, she remind me of me, tell her pardon my playa, I'm keeping it G
And it's
with the blues (ooh)
Going Mr. T with the jewels (ooh)
Get salt over by your boo (ooh)
I ain't never kickin' no spooks
Nigga say he thinkin' bout
like DJ Mustard/
N who I be, I be Moosey-Collie mutha/
Smooth like butta, I eat tha toast n get tha bread/
N only coming out tha house if I’m getting
broke poverty is still in my head hurtin
'cause i know this nigga gotta be killed
My good side tellin me let'em slide 'cause he ain't worth bout my bad
That be playin me G
Like a sucka ass nigga see
That ain't feeling me
It ain't easy
To kill a G
A mothafuckin' playa
From tha F, A, to tha see
the clips
Junior M.A.F.I.A. sticks
Any nigga try-na disrespect who I be
Cause I roll with the B.I.G.
In the six double O accell
Shoes from Chanel I bet
Don't be lookin' at me like you don't know what to expect when it comes to the Sympho
IT'S THA SYMPHO CONNECTION!
Early to the money but I'm late
and unordinary
Hating on me cuz I'm talented and unordinary (Uh Huh)
I be smoking my berries
Give a fuck about tha law I'm smoking my berries
Got a bad lil
sables (what?)
With matching pool tables, read the label
M.a.f.i.a, admiring my shoes by Gucci
I be eating sushi, playing with my coochie
Counting
sables (what?)
With matching pool tables, read the label
M.a.f.i.a, admiring my shoes by Gucci
I be eating sushi, playing with my coochie
Counting
T.S., T.S.A., S.W.A.K
X's and O's who knows what all of that means?
P.P.D.S.P.E.M.R.M.F.O.B.T.
Must have took lots of hours for you to see
What I
that he had some
I be getting money on a weekend
Posting my drip on the gram, I be leakin'
N****s be high they tweakin'
Shut the f*** up lil n***a i'm
Yeah, yo
Call me Gunshot Mike or Mr Skeng
Check one-two-one man skitzed again
Dickhead you and a dickhead crew
Getting gassed up by your
a group of trucks, everybody knew who he was
I ain't playin the boy was cute, and I'm sayin
we only danced one song but the whole night I was swayin
M.A.F.I.A. some mark-ass tricks
We keep on coming while we running for your jewels
Steady gunning, keep on busting at them fools
You know the rules
Little
praise Him
Vegas I be mandalay'in
Bad bitch condom tastin, 4
5 compilation, never give em conversation
Never give 'em my safe's combination
While I'm
Bitch I'm G E E B
Smoke a lot of Geebs
And you know what's coming soon it's Tha Geeb tape 3
And I'm Z EYE DOUBLE L A
In this bitch
And I'm mobbing by
Tryna pick her up
That lil b*** stuck to the ground
F*** on this bad b*** look like mulatto now
Smokin on Gelato, bought a mf pound
All I need is some
on be knowing who ta trust, everybody say they love me again
I wanted ta keep that pape inna place,
So i had ta go buy tha staple lil nigga
Plankton,
to all employees, and I'm here to teach the principle
'Cause I've been saved by mo' bells than Lark Voorhies
Man, fuck that nigga 'Cris man, for real
lil bih tryna screw me (Screw me)
Yo lil bih tryna screw me (Screw me)
First things first you know I'm tha f***** man
Got so many b****** tryna blow
thugs in the system
That put slugs in victims, Mr. M-e to F, bomb threat
As long as I ain't no game, there's no contest
When they play this in
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