Lyrics:
Ya boy got mad cus what I dipped with his ho
Baby girl had my tinsel returnin slow
She was sick, got me looking for Pepto-Bismol
Shit stackin, jaw
you feel about that? (Oh my God, that is good daddy I love ya'll)
Yeah, that's right baby, no doubt... right now, his name is Ghostface
Check this joint
on the track
These 忍者s asking where I'm at
These 忍者s they don't know
That's how I keep them under control
Oo keep a hold on ya soul stay right by the Code (Yuh)
out, or in this case the dough
Roll with the blow till considered a hoe
Babies are born and pawned off to grandmama
The bitch ain't done, she still lives
Jordan fours
They won't give it to you nigga so you take it all by force
Who shot ya
If it was the cops they'll get away
But if it's black on black
two
The devil shaper of a crew in America the devil grew
To the current time now the politician be the devilish forever rich
Bomb bashin' inheritance
You can flip the script, or you can parlay
Or you can learn the words and say what we say
Chorus:
If you're chilling with your crew (Ya
really buy anything that sells
Don't go broke tryna be like me or try so hard that you end up in jail
I
I live what I rap I don't live my life by abiding
lives
We would stick together forever
'Cause
Two (two) heads (heads) are better than one
(Woo hoo hoo)
It's double the pleasure babe
It's
(myles goodwyn)
Published by goody two tunes, inc. - bmi
Get ready baby, when things start to move
Stand out the way, yeah, when she starts to groan
sideways
I rocks my [edited] from here, Mondays, Fridays
Saturdays and I get a weekend off
My [edited] ain't soft
(Well, excuse me, baby)
You paid your dues
fo'? We gonna blow that dough regardless
My niggas live the life, and they ain't even rap artists
Rap money, we get that shit and blow it
We trick
Juvenile (Juvenile)
Baby, let me get the keys to the Rover Truck
Man, let me get this beef shit over, bruh
But wait, my nigga, Baby, he live on chrome
My
And I bet that if we sip three whole eighths
Pop 1,2 a piece these hoes gone hate, MAN!!!!
[Verse 4: D-Wreck]
Wreck shop baby so playa' made
I'm a let
And I bet that if we sip three whole eights
Pop 1,2 a piece these hoes gone hate, MAN!!!!
(Verse 4: D-Wreck)
Wreckshop baby so playa made
I'm a let
by four for four bar intro (talk vibes 8)
Yeah baby We getting guap in the city
Niccas gettin busy w/ 2 - 3 hanging around / they follow the sound
up the bag
They thinking shit cool
Money n bitches
Dividing ya crew
If baby gone ride
She breaking the rules
It is what it is
Just do what it do
badgering emcees with my dialect
When I inject memory cell motors retrospect
To recollect; too genuine skills I resurrect
Directed live from the 2-1-2
and this my woo.
He's a boy just from the country but for sure he's got one two's
all my fans do love me and I swear to god I love them too -
and his baby
Baby what's on your mind?
Baby whats on your mind
Baby would you mind yeah
If I came by
Gave you all my time yeah
Show you that you mine
Im'a really
Z2Turntt
I'm just doing my fucking thing
I said fuck this shit lets get high
It's the only way I get by
It's the only way I survive so
Fuck this shit
hitting bad bitches up by the two's
Thirteen hundred dollars for sneakers I done spent that on a slot of snooze
Abandoned the whole operation, because shit
by Wolves Season two
I saved it just for you
Don't worry, if you watched it already it's cool
I won't be upset
But I bet you miss me being able
clap, smack
Hit across your lips wit some shit
That make ya want to spit and do two back flips
Blue top, I clear through the air
You against me? Well I
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