Lyrics:
be quiet and go to sleep hoe, go to sleep
Man, I tell a hoe to go to sleep (Go to sleep)
They turn around and frown, gotta make 'em six feet deep
and beam your loved ones to the fortune and fame you
are lookin' for. I mean the next generation ya' heard me?
Are you ready? [Yes I Am!!!!]
1st
place
NBA by any means we get it
Bitch don't make us take it
Chain to the ceiling bread winner bitch
I bet he break it bitch I cut a nigga lights
Just
hoe, tell that bitch to check in
Like "What he do next?" Sorry bro, ain't no tellin
Mean mug a muhfucka, better change ya attitude
Mama always there for
away they toys
You think that's harsh? It's even
Worser for the boys
Whoop that ass in front of your friends
Then drag 'em by the earlobe like
"Don't do
it might
You dance like you mean it, yeah
Dance like you on fire and ya want me to know
You move like you mean it, shawty, see the look on your
what, what
I'm a Shaded Supa Viln
Mean mug like a hard grill in
I'm chilling got a new watch and it's all fitness
I'm the Boss in this got her calling
writing songs with no hooks
And I’m still crossing instrumentals off of my books
Im pretty high most the time you cant tell by my looks
It’s visine, cause I
but since you my boy you
Better use a condom, before you try to fuck.
Take the game from this show bug,
'cause Silkk ain't no love.
I give'em
you at, nigga
Yeah, yeah, check it, check it
95-South, homie, tell ‘em I’m en route
And I ain’t fronting nothing, neither
That ain’t what I’m ‘bout
No
boys, they might shoot back at the red dawgs (oh)
I tell 'em plot plans, strategize, organize (yeah)
Immobilize a secret army and stay unified
How we
Smoke a blunt for me too, I'm starin' through your rearview
You ain't knowin' what we mean by starin' through the rearview
So since you ain't knowin'
(tell 'em)
I'm sick of y'all fake Timbaland beat bitin', you know what I'm sayin'
I'ma bring it to y'all like this
By all means necessary
You might
it
Heavy metal fetish when I go in!
Play ball! Slay all!
War paint on my mean mug
Accolades, I got dumb clout
Back to back I run mad laps
move some 'caine
Get it Range or a drop
Forbes sayin' I made it (Sayin' I made it)
But tell 'em I'm hood famous
(But tell 'em I'm hood famous)
you all frontin' these days
Man, they barely old enough to drive
To tell them what they should do, who the fuck am I?
I heard one of em' diss me, I'm
why
But they stay chained to
[Chorus]
I need a hood boy
Wife beaters and jeans
Always in the trap
And he looks so mean
I need a hood boy
Go'
wallows
Reach the gate, hungry just ate
Riffin', she got to be to work by eight
This must mean she ain't tryin' to wait
Conversate, sex on the first
start to skis
Saying please baby, please baby
(baby, baby, please)
Boys, don't beg (don't beg)
I walk away, still not hanging on to my leg
I tell him have
be quiet and go to sleep hoe, go to sleep
Man, I tell a hoe to go to sleep (Go to sleep)
They turn around and frown, gotta make 'em six feet deep
supplier, she give me the fire
She never get tired, call'er energizer bunny
Funny right?, I got my money right
You can tell I'm doing, by the tires on my ride
Blue suede on your boy
Blue collar, blue bills
Blue suede on your boy ay
They like ay
You the one who do that country shit
I tell ’em I'm the reason
consist of
Batteries on robberies, pistol charges, and murder
I know I'm the realest nigga ya heard of besides Pac
Got niggaz screaming Soulja from
‘em
Boy ‘gon tell ‘em, tell ‘em, tell ‘em, tell ‘em
Emaciated pockets, how they get fat?
Boy ‘gon tell ‘em, tell ‘em, tell ‘em, tell ‘em
Boy ‘gon tell
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