Lyrics:
get tricky 'round us
If they want the smoke, then tell
'em that we keep the fire, Bruh
They told me that the
Revolution won't be televised ('Vised)
I
don't like all these different drugs I'm on
But I'm won't leave them if you leave me alone
Tell me, tell me, I can't get it off my mind
Get the drop,
give a fuck for?
We don't lose sleep by the fuck boy
Sending hit's like a drug lord, Pablo
Dog food like Ralo
If they all move then they die slow, pronto
Mad doing main road tryna get to the peso
Doing up doing up doing up mad
Back when me and Avelino used to make tracks
Live and die in the LDN in
lookin' fo'
'Cause I keep gettin' these girls, but know
In the G I try to tell 'em what to do but they don't listen to me
I'm good on top
[J.D. & Lil'
control
Now I'm losing my patience forget there is God o
Shey I been tell you before but you don't get here word bro
Just cuz you dey game no mean say Na
the last 10 winters
Ain't nobody fucking with me
Not a bar
That's a fucking statement
So tell them boys don't trip
They should tuck they laces
And I don't
I don't let it blow in they ribs
I said hot, niggas get robbed non stop
Once the gun cock, niggas strip down to they socks
And my fam
Wow]
Listen take a few minutes to mellow out
The name Weezy, girls I want to tell about
How I have em yelling at the top of they lungs and,
Let's get
line tell your hittas that you a bad child
On the city block playing my shooters bitch you mad now
My g don’t milly rock (Milly Rock), he get it bad,
[Intro: Young Jezzy]
Bloodraw!!,Im Tryin' To Tell Des Niggaz Mayne
Nigga Lets Get Laced!!
[Chorus: Young Jezzy]
Chromed Out 4-5,What You Doin'?
why they so mad?
I told 'em I don't know dawg, I'm just tryna get fat, damn
I'm celebrating, popping bottles hoe
If you ain't tryna fuck, I don't want
the airtime
Fuck the police it's startin' to get hyped
Niggas gettin' paranoid and void
Then imply Tetth's a bad boy
Just gonna rap about kids that can't
studio
They prolly mad I ain’t spending with em nope
Tell em suck my dick I hope they fucking choke
It get ugly like ya baby momma hoe
It get ugly
Y'all better leave that boy alone
'Cause if they don't
You know they going come back on 'em
And they don't want him to come back strong
I
put 'em on notice
If you know what I want, then yeah
Baby, don't you mind if I do, yeah
Exactly what you like times two, yeah
Got me singin', "ooh, ooh"
put 'em on notice
If you know what I want, then yeah
Baby, don't you mind if I do, yeah
Exactly what you like times two, yeah
Got me singin', "ooh, ooh"
askin' me
Why I don't be hangin' out where they be hangin' out
I tell 'em, I say, "Lil nigga, listen here
If I don't got no business there, I don't got
Niggas must not never
Heard no motherfuckin' track off
A Death Row niggas death Row, WESTSIDE
Let's get it on
Daylight or fuckin' nightbreak mOB
Go into
On to the next town
Here they come now
Let's make â??em run now
No time to fake now
Everything breaks down)
(He was a simple boy he just liked to have fun
might take her to the back to fuck, get a nut
Nice, you cant tell me I ain't came up
Fastball pitcher I deliver with no change up
Fuckin' right I'm
a catastrophe, don't get mad at me
Instead of always clubbin visit museums and art galleries
Pick the single man, admirin the ancient sculpture
He's cultured,
don't know about it, better then not tell 'em I show 'em, yeah I show 'em
Can't ever forget, can't ever forget
Them haters remind me, to get back
self
Hm
Try to tell 'em
I don't pick a side
Either witcha without Imma get what's mine
Give a fuck about drought, imma bring the crime
pills, weed,
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