Lyrics:
nuisance, Mitchy Moo with the booze
And booty by the two's shit
Will he pop a pilly, bitch you better bet I would
Chained up in this motherfucker, stripped me
I'm smokin' out the Porsche
Real life, street nigga, made a million off the court
I don't even fuckin' hoop, I can really run and shoot
Ho you know I
sure she's feeding him right
True indeed black I got your back
I hold it down on the real
May you rest in peace son
I see you on the ground
doom
I'm pushin your ass right back through your mother's womb
Raggamuffin no bluffin, it's all real
When I pull the steel prepare for a raw deal
One
on her look roll dis weed up
She thirsts no more sipping from my cup can get the same treatment if she real er enough
Awaken by a dream I had yesterday
(Brrr)
Change a bitch life when she
Layin' with a hustler
Had the same attitude when I
Was playin' with a onion (Uh, huh)
Your girl ask for cash
You might
Who that in the driveway bitch it's $osa
We master the p nigga no limit soldiers
We done seen murder
Its no limit
It's no fucking limit when you out
RIGHT. YOU KNOW, FOR REAL.
DEAD SOUL YET IM LIVIN THOUGH,
RAW BEEF YET I’M EATIN THOUGH,
MAMA CALLIN WHEN ….. THE TRUTH N AND THE KID GOT A LOT OF ….. GOT
why you Talking then
They show me love when I'm walking In
Feel I'm a superstar I'm super raw
I make that money then I'm pocketing
When she see me she
Started from the ground
Building to the sky now
Watch it fall down
How you gon' survive now?
Yeah, it's cold blood in a nigga
The streets left no
tolerate no disrespect
Can you feel me
I just made a couple racks
Can you feel me
Bad bitches on my IG she wanna kill me
Real boss shit by any means get that
and sent a text
Are you up? and she said yep
Wyd? she said
Chopping garlic by myself
You know ain't nobody worried bout' yo health, right
(Right?)
Keep
cigarette yeah
When you running out of papers
Put some weed in the motherfucking cigarette yeah
I’d kill my mom just to feel home
That’s real dope
She
just you know
It's 2 o'clock in the morning, she calling me to come through
We fooled around for quite a while, but you don't wanna love me like I love
what the deal? What you wearin'? I be drippin' (what)
Cal Ripken's hit a nigga, Ken Griffey (home run)
The bitch got thick, so I guess she ate Jiffy
organic thicc
Yup, God is uh woman
She'll make you believe 'er
Truth hurts
Nothin' gold can stay
Yeah some times
Don't go your way
No matter how much
You
just to walk by!
I forget where I dey go gat to jeme
You know I don't know how wish say I get her number
She's okay make we try be friend o
You know
(What you gon' play now?)
Get on up
Get on up
Get on up
Get on up
Every ghetto got a different name, but they all the same
So Coolio loco,
(What you gon' play now?)
Get on up
Get on up
Get on up
Get on up
Every ghetto got a different name, but they all the same
So Coolio loco,
us
If we got to war than it cost
You see I'm scraping your people up
Raking in all this cheese
Speaking the real like preaching
She sucking all
in here
I'ma blow out her back while
She wrappin' a bail
When he cook it, it lock
Never once seen him fail
Disagree with my nigga, just keepin’ it real
right down in this chair
Im hitting it raw its rare
Vision so blurry Im driving impaired
She holding me down and im coming up for air
Now can you fill it
attitudes
I'm impressed by the way them hoes is mad at you
I ain't spending honey real G's don't shed funds
I ain't sensitive like Brian McKnight, I'm tryin'
tracks
He grabbed her by the hair, she broke his jaw it cracked
More cops arrived, they both bloodied down by the five
Wildest niggas just smilin'
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