Lyrics:
bladder boy ya pissing me off
Before you even started so what
So long see you fly by my try how else
Could I say it when you play it try boom bye bye.
song, and that bitch just passes by
So I, got lyrically complex, that way I could clock checks
Get my moms out the projects, with these concepts,
Ball like 23 and I shot my
First 22 when I was 9
That's no lie, ho
Rappers out they mothafucking minds
So I gotta go psycho on these niggas
Call me
is gonna rock your mind huh
Flash two times
Beat beat, you in the crew hold it
Why don't you find somebody and party
I like this part
Get down
to Florida City, Opa-Locka
By way to Overtown and look at this city
Open to Grove and the South Miami
Wedwood Highlear, look Eddie, look 'Bana
Some many ice
That's what they be yellin'
I'm a pimp by blood, not relation
Y'all be chasin', I replace them, huh?
Drunk off Cris', mami on E
Can't keep her little
booty shake music in your trunk
As long as there's that "tic tic" followed by that bump
I'm down to stick a ho if she got a G-string
'Cause the niggas
wait, Sarah, you're late
Your train left Mascara and eggs smear on your face
Night's over, good bye ho, I thought that I told ya
That spilled nut ain't
This chewing gum, always hold ya tongue
Never spit it out
We finna miss like cobras huh
We soldiers huh, you noticed them
As the tales money flip
Until
ho, it's snowin' now
I just throw the cabbage, J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League gon' hold it down
Got a odor in the attic, that's a couple pounds
New Rolex that
Fate help me weigh my options out
Blowing cash no credit
Reload cards using debit
Still young with a shoe fetish
Press the gas blowing unleaded
Unk
Mustard on that beat, ho
Baby girl, shake that (God damn)
You gon' make me spank that
I'm tryin' not to break that (Oh yeah)
It's the big payback
the conversations we have had
These last few nights
I love you, I love my job
Always wanna give it back to you
And make a difference
And not hold you down
Why would
Like hold up, roll up, I just got my dough up
I just talked to Mane Mane, listenin' to Sosa
Doin' shows with Rocky, share my ho with Carti
Braid my
yeah, yeah
Closed on Sunday, gotta get that good God in
And then by Monday, you hit it from the side
I can't stand the way you treat me
Can't stand
fuckin' do it (do it)
These niggas try to hold me back, I swear I've been through it
Middle finger to 'em all, I'ma make 'em pay
PSA for any nigga
brother
Keep that pistol by me like my lovely momma
Hot as the summer, cold as the winter
Stay on them charts, I heard that they plotting my timber
SB dunks, five seven five jeans
5000 dollars on my fuckin' wallet chain
I be wilin' man, I'm a island man
There ain't nothin' else by me, man (Ha,
a minute while I freak ya sister,
Push the pista,
Up against her,
No offensta, but this pimpin' mista.
Roll ya fist up, or hold ya Crist up,
Light that
hands on some dollars and cents
And fools can't hold us
Every chance we get, we hittin' up the rollers
Comin' up short of the green guys
And I might
Load up the keyboard, 105 tempo
Most heated battles, I've blasted MCs
Some said that the bullets flew by like angry bees
Wu entered on the level where
drinkin' nothin' that I ain't pour
I brought my own 'za, I ain't smokin' nothin' that I ain't roll
Hold on, what happened to all that energy you had when I
hoes official
Know I control it by buyin' all the stolen pistols, yeah
Can't tell me shit 'bout nothin' he said
He'll leave you dead, I know my nigga
ain't that shit by now I'm soon to be
When I choke hold mics I
Don't give'em room to breathe
I'm just doing me
But girl if you're fine I'll do you free
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