Lyrics:
Tellin me she a good girl
So I had to turn her bad
Heart was albino now its just black on black
The bitch made me lack
But im bringing tha shotty
and laugh at you, bitch
A.C. gotta stay cool, man
"Never, let 'em see you sweat", that's the rule, man
Hit it 'til we through, man, send her back to you,
told ya. Soldier man your post
Better cover your coast and lock all entries
If one of my sounds is off in your town
Then it's going down by the means
on reposado inna back seat meet this lil bitch with a fattie she got too lit i think she needa baggie
She got real lit thats a baddie sippin on reposado in
and forth lil nigga who are you
Fifty band Jugg' man a nigga so rude
Fumbled the bag man you look like a fool
Cant leave the crib without bringing my tool
I
not, then they get impaired by fusion
And if not, then it's both, lost hope for improvement
That's why the Coast can't coast through the movement
into your forehead
You're cute as you smile and when you feel over it
What's the harm in bringing you to life?
Makes me cry but I'd rather see your eyes
the music he wrote, it was so true
Who could raise me, after I been amazed by Dre
And N.W.A., and you couldn't pay me
To back the staff for free, I will
at that clown
He's distracting from our play
Go back to the chair, betrayed by the shine
Why's he smiling all the time?
And if they stay it seems better
to cheer me up
I came down with a case of Puppy Love
I went back to havin' fun, dancin' makes ya thirsty
Plus, it was time for lunch at the hotel
Ain't no ripping bags
Just a little bit of big bag
It ain’t matter much
Cos I could spend it get it back
All you really got to do
Provide little bit
make dollars then it don't make sense
How the hell running my mouth go pay my whole rent
Gotta work work work work my dude
When i was lil man pimping
have those kind of people at my party
You won't change a damn thing if you rob me
You can rob me but you're never gonna stop me
Most of y'all be playing
[Lil Dap (of Group Home)]
Hmm, hmm
About 12 O'Clock Brooklyn when this shit took place
Fake niggas on the ground, fakin moves in BK
Yo they coming
on the news
Your face is everywhere
But no one cares
No one cares
Bringing up her mistakes wont bring her back
No one cares
No one cares
It seems like im
I move a certain way I'm cautious that's how I be
You might not wake up tomorrow it's not guaranteed
I don't sip no wok but this shit might just make
back without a doubt
That lil corner store, got spinned on, we hit him with the fye
Caught him down bad, he was lackin' it to the point that he ain't
better than like, nine lives
So fuck your "lol catz," get rich and fade into a cul-de-sac
We bringing back the sullen raps from kids with backpacks
Keep my
baby, yeah we been in our bag, yeah yeah
Its been a lil minute, im back in
Me and my dawg got them packs in
We having grown money, please don't come if
went back and tried to fix it
Still was playin' on my lil' temper, tryna manipulate my mentals
I'm in that 70805 where I post up in the trenches
Told
cross examinin' for the case
Yeah I testify your honor, it was death by dishonor
It was a crime committed, I swear to you I know who did it
It
it i got him even though i hate the beat
Your shawty super disrespectful she picked up your call the same time she was sucking me
Met the lil bitch by
but I can't spit it
I can cook a brick and a full course meal in the same kitchen
Lil nigga invested in some work but he can't flip it
Lil nigga fucked
gotchu
Ma see it in ma eyes I popped 2
Money murder same thing wan stack ahunnit by da summer
Nigga sippen robitussin
How come you ain show me nothin
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