Lyrics:
love me, can't you see im tryna climb
Damn my nigga why you actin' like a bitch
If you scared to take a chance, how the fuck we gon' get rich?
Come
advantage until the crowd go bananas
What a rush, I hear cuts then I lust to touch
Microphones get clutched by the illustrious
Word spread, I inherited
and get fat, nigga (fat)
Fa-fa-fa-fa-fa
Fa-fa-fa-fa-fa
I got these sticks in the rental
This bitch in the car and she too sentimental
I got my dawg
a detox
With another nigga bitch cause I'm lit
Super plugged in the 6 cause I'm lit
Muah cause I'm lit
Might hit the club tonight cause it's lit
I'm a fat
this and gave no cares (not one)
Now I'm moonwalkin' on every song
Area code is 7-6-0, 6-1-9, 8-5-8
Think I'm great, think y'all late
That's okay
been in my mind year all long
But I cannot stop now till we on
I hope that you stay right by my side
Don't know if I could take any more
Can't copy
Let's go Lowe. It's your turn
Money XO, let's get it
Say we lit now
Finally did it yeaa
I got riches yeaa
DJ Spud with man beat
And you know I beat
from a BITCH I never met! (oh!)
I'm gettin' sued by my own family member (what?)
All cause my dog bit her
And she was the one who walked up and put
to get down, In My room making sounds
Like a kitty cat meow, the Bitch, I scoped you you out
Eating your pussy wow, I seen You from a mile
Got your
the boys getting lit
Getting glanced at
I need a bad bitch like ash Kashhh
(yuh)
Pull up to ya schoo wit a drop top coupe
Twin girls in my whip matching crop
a Jeep
How sweet! "Now get the fuck out the car!"
Slammed the bitch down on the tar, now she needs CPR
but I don't give a fuck, I just jetted
My
or more
Now times that by the years I reign straight-seven
No hear for four years still multiplied by eleven
The silence's a set back make em regret
shit to give you but my heart and that's it
I ain't got shit to show you but my skills and I'm lit
If you hatin' on me this your get the fuck off my dick
tax you
If buddy a talker
Then buddy get bloodied
And buried in pink
So we could remember when we get to heaven
From 7-11 man
It was like 7
11 cops
With the boogie drama
With the boogie drama
Let's get funky, that's my job
Punchin' 9 ta 5, 7 times, times 24, times 12
Day in and day out
Let's
Game, all the bridges I had built
They burned on me
Whatever happens with me and
The bitch after him
And the bitch don't concern on me
When I was younger
heart she consumed by hatred
Nowadays we live in a world of weirdos and fake shit
If I get a bitch heart I could make, break it or take it
I'm with a dime
motherfuckers.
Yeah. Hell yeah my niggas. Get that shit for us.
-Bizzy Bone-
Bitch, it's Mr. Business Man/ You can suck a dick or
something/ Dippin' through
my nut
I said I'll catch you when I can
I call my LA bitch I call you when I land
She move when I say I
Got her on voice command
Huh, that how I get
bitch
You know we get it lit
I been dripping since jit
Judging by the fit I'm the shit
I'm The type 2 Hit a bitch
And pass her quick
I don't give a fuck
Tryna hit the Latto, need better luck
Uh, get yo' ass popped, no 7UP
Step it up, can't lil' boy me, gotta step it up, step it up
Just gettin' started,
Written By: Scott Gonzales (Sinizter)
Russian cK get to drummin', leave him gushin'/
Whole squad of shoota's and we layin' down the scunyan/
Seven
Told me while he take his 7th shot
These hoes cant hold me bruh
Always keep ya focus
Punch em drunk
And now they throwin up
Sometimes i cant get out my
If you don't know by now
Then man, you're a philistine
Waiting in line for the next 7 nights
Big Twenty believes
For the first time in years
That its
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