Lyrics:
The quick to bust your ass niggas
Do anything in this world to get the cash niggas
I might even get mad and even slash niggas
Rob them and get away in
a cigarette
Straight up and down, I don't play around
Rhymin' gets me paid mad bread by the pound
Shout out to my crew, tight as a belt y'all
Go by
to just stroll the park with this Chaka
Baby girl was just diggin' all in my pockets (all in my pockets)
I was going hard (by the magic hour)
We were
That's right nigga you gotta get your papers in this motherfucker
I ain't mad at ya at all (damn)
Aiyyo, what the fuck you wanna be when you grow
I swear (nah, for real)
He tried, but now he look too weak, baby
I'll come and slide by 8PM
And send a text to your DM
Five hunnid for your
, hold me please
And I'd beg and I'd plead, drop to knees
And I'd cry and I'd scream, "Baby, please don't leave"
Snatch the keys from your hand
I would
dont make no sense
how they gon give u advice
on how to keep your thing tight
they cant get they own shit right
no baby
its u and me baby
and we dont
Fuck that shit Raekwon
Do that shit
Fuck them niggas
What's up playboy
Nigga, you doing you're thing
Nigga, go ahead
Yeah, them fake duels
Won't let nobody hurt you
I'll stand by you
So, if you're mad, get mad!
Don't hold it all inside
Come on and talk to me now
Hey, what you got to hide?
I
tap-ons don't even worry bout it thugsta
left em in the garbage expectin they'll find an inner city youngsta
I'm an all around hustla get paid in
Queens is in the buildin'
That blank look on your grill'll get filled in
Slow down baby, you actin' like a clown homes
You get your fronts remodeled
basketball
You can call me Too, don't say it twice
You'll get me real mad and I'll fuck your wife
You see I'm not proper, I'm rarely polite
Too $hort, Too
Haters never made me mad
You get at your baby momma
I'm flyer than her baby dad
Looking at my neck
What that cost? Hundred-eighty cash
Looking at my
I just wanna change my life
It's wrong
I just wanna treat her right
She wrong
She don't wanna treat me right
I'm gone
I've been feeling by myself
her while her mama home "baby, don't yell"
How many record do a nigga gotta sell
Just to get the cover of the double X L
Or Fader, fuck ya magazine
rolling
Lemme see you get that clockwork going
Fiends copping by the clockwork flowing
All day and all night
Till them SWAT cops rolling
Or that clock,
Don't nobody, don't nobody, don't nobody
Don't nobody, don't nobody, don't nobody
Don't nobody know my struggle yeah
Hasta la vista baby
Committed
places that I gotta be,
I been standing still too long,
Baby please don't be mad,
you treated me real fine,
Best thing I ever had
[Chorus]
But I
Something's wrong
Things aren't right
And it turns into a silly fight
You walk out
I get mad
And we both just end up feeling bad
Through the heat
twenty cents
So your lights won't get cut off
Ya soggy breasts, cow stomachs
Yo, take them baby GAP shirts off too
You just mad 'cause Payless ran out
so much it got them suckers mad
I got a billion dollar future, fuck yesterday and the past
Every time my girl get mad at me, I go buy her a bag (Woah)
paid? You wanna get laid?
Pimp Yearlings in 360 ways
Live your life in an ill real way
Got 6 rides in your little drive-way
You get mad puff-lie all day
the corner of my eye now baby bring it on
Don't be frontin' on your baby boo all I wanna is what's up with you
How can I get with you seems like you got
poppin' let's reverse that
Love don't cost a thing, this is all facts
Missed calls from each other with no callbacks
Now you mad and sendin' texts in all
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