Lyrics:
She might think I'm a lick
And it ain't no secret I'm ready to geek up
If you got a problem lil nigga then speak up And get yo ass beat from the feet
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4. Pandan map pawoze, map fout lage maka sou tèt yo...
5. Nou konnen chen ki pi poze a se li menm ki pi mechan...
6. Se li ki pi satan, e sanzatan lap
I'm with, yo we don't give a fuck
So what the fuck nigga
Yo we don't give a fuck
Surrounded by sounds, smoking clouds
No spaces
Unfamiliar faces, I
No Limit, yeah southern hospitality we seizin it on you, my nigga Silkk
The Shocker, Snoop D,O double G,why, D,O double G, beats by the pizound,
Good evening
You could be anywhere in the world right now
But you're right here with me
Nah this ain't no movie
This is real life
Gotti I got this
Yo this isn't the beat I picked homie
(Yo just like, rock with it, rock
With it for a minute, just rock)
Um, yeah I mean, I guess, I can record on it
should salute me
So fuck who you are, I'm the motherfuckin' general
Yo Esco's illin', Swizz Beatz illin'
What more can we say' Stop grillin'
'Fore
Yo yo, you heard what happened to that dude yo
(You don't want to wind up, with your head tied up)
The nigga got his head blown the fuck out
Spark come out of the switch, 4th of July (frrt)
Diamonds sluggin', I'm back to my old ways (ayy)
Tinted Phantom gettin' chauffeured by Jose (skrrt)
Wanna murda 16, well we the niggas you call
Queen Bee and Gotti Kids, muthafuck all ya'll
[Chorus]
[Verse 4: Vee]
Uh, yo Vee The Kid, that's
near, so get your body dropped off
I stopped trustin niggaz since Gotti got caught
It's Bricks keep your wrist covered, or piss colored
By the waist
the field with some green bae and we pistol packing
Have my nigga box you up for thinking i'm the one you jackin
Seventy four I rep the hood i'm from
wit my dawg, he got a 4, and it might spark
Money machine, I'm on the beat, I'm living large
Limousine nigga
Shorty food for the night, yeah she cuisine
[Chorus: x 4 ]
I can't stop
I really don't care about those other carbon copies
Don't stop Bobby, don't stop
Yo, I'm the microphone champion
Can I get you something?
'S'mofo butter layin' me to da' bone! Jackin' me up, tight me!
I'm sorry, I don't understand
Cutty say 'e can't hang!
by sayin' his name?
When all I gotta say is you's a bitch
Yeah, I'm talkin' to you nigga
You ain't no killa, on the riz-illa
So High Beam my nigga,
or da worse
Raised by streets but Sylvia had gave me birth
Gotta see my name in lights b4 they put it on a shirt
Gotta pull up Bentley truck b4 I go out
it in the kitchen
And you them chinese chefs they always be bitchin'
Screamin' n' yellin', tryin' to play me like I'm dumb
Shut yo ass up and keep
Crashed the Bugatti (skrrt-skrrt)
Crashed the Bugatti (skrrt)
QC murder ain't no Gotti (QC)
Shh, don't tell nobody (ayy)
We ain't tryna rob, that's just
Come up to the turf and Imma beat a motherfucker's ass
Spit like sucker Sylvester y'all suffering succotash
Hotter than the sun don't need to give
I gotta hear myself
Yo, look, ay, look
Niggas ain't see what I saw, a brick turn into a pot full of gold
Over that, spent my daughter first
a nigga's head
Leave him bloody red
Fighting 4 his life as they rush him 2 the meds
This is what happens when you get caught up in the mix
All that jaw jackin
???
Sell water from the cookpot, ain't that raw?
My razors? 20 dollars, here's a case of four
You supply that, shit I put a hole where your mind at
Push
Aye
Ima beat the block when I see the cops
Ant tryna catch no, felony, low-key ya
Ima beat the block when I see the cops
Shit Keys OverSeas 4 multiple
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