Lyrics:
MC's be on my balls, straight up
Pubic hairs and everything, lick the whole plate up
Bay Area, roll up your Las Vegas
To all MC's, I love it that you
MC's be on my balls, straight up
Pubic hairs and everything, lick the whole plate up
Bay Area, roll up your Las Vegas
To all MC's, I love it that you
don’t sell those
Trend setter, might bring back shell toes
You can’t get a half get a whole load
If you spend a 10 I can throw some more
First flight
Verse 1: T.U.R.K
Imma keep it 100 as a hundred can be
Lyrically, none of these dudes is as nicer than me
If Jay had 99 problems and could end up
ships
I'm Davy Jones's locker smith
Pickle lick she half way
Giving head like when a nickel flip
Honesty, you lacking it
Took a part of me
one, be-be-burn one
Get a half a pound of bubba kush and just burn one
Get a pint and da purp mix it wit it burn one
Call it burple call it purple bubba
romantic fruit basket and some candles
Call me Kyrie how I grasped her by her handles
She's yellin' out “go faster!” as I slammed her
She makes my Crowe
I sell and I cop shit
Like Father Like Son, well, I was adopted
I told the Birdman, "Stunna, give me a chance"
But I don't even wanna tell you what
gone, three, four for a piece
My brother hit a lick for five, six keys
Now he got the same AP as me (yeah)
LV pants got a permanent crease
You ain't
I don't understand why you play me First you tell me that you love me then you
hate me We could've went half on the baby, ooh baby
I don't understand
like ugly went and got my first degree
And them last 12 ounces got me outta Tennessee
And Now I can’t tell you shit about the First and fifteenth
But
cannot call you on weekdays, the weekend is our space
I'll see you on Sunday
Don't call me on Monday
Half past five
The only time that I'll be by your
You don't gotta show me how it work
It's been a pandemic thats first
Mothers burying sons that got murked
96' my mother stomach burst
Since then I
and he's loved by kids
Pay attention and let me tell you who Charlie Mack is
He's our homeboy from around the block
He's reguarded through the city
Co signed by Biggie so what the
Fuck can you tell us
First my palm started itchin and
Then I started twitchin
When that money is coming
Niggas start
Switch you out them church clothes
Then you make a mess of me
Freak you on a Sunday
God knows that you're blessin' me
Back twisted
Act different I just
First up it's the nuts up, what's up
To the niggas from the projects
Prospect Park in Brooklyn, I'm lookin' at another crime scene
Committed by
face, I’m so clear like it’s Blu Ray
It’s a new day, catch me outside when it’s broad day
I’m not a fan of Burger King so you can’t have it your way, no
MOTORCITY B Da Muzik
I just want you 2 wrap your arm
I mean your wings around me
And just help me fly GRANNY
On the phone with show-up Gotti, He say
(flight)
I’m gon be there by night (by night)
I’m gon hit a lick (lick)
I’m gon call bout 6 (Ima call 6)
I’m callin my brother
I’m a get another brick
Uh-huh uh, check
Look, if I shoot you, I'm brainless
But if you shoot me, then you're famous
What's a nigga to do?
When the streets is watching,
Uh-huh uh, check
Look, if I shoot you, I'm brainless
But if you shoot me, then you're famous
What's a nigga to do?
When the streets is watching,
shit was so immaculate
Oh you think I'm scared of you? I been on my relaxing shit
Said he gon go do what to who? Man man go'n wax his shit
Went bought me
around them hundreds, you know how much that is (tens)
Too much to give me cash, they had to wire me the back end (send it)
Niggas in here lookin' tough,
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