Lyrics:
thinking what he on
Emo vibe on this one here
Cause I'm still hot like sun in a Moncler
Man give chat I'm a go air GoApe
That's what racists say when I run
little lamb, little lamb
Debbie had a Satan spawn, Satan spawn
Mama, why do they keep saying this? I just don't understand, understand
And by the way,
soar on pine shit just like I'm a bird
They sneak up on me for the vick I'll bodybag 'em
"Psych! I carry a magnum"
You got the right to remain
Bridge:
Live by ya means
clearing my mind, different scenes
I’m charging the game off the fees
Feeling bad serving dope fiends
It just cause its
guns under the seat
And my nigga just came home from work, release
Cristal in my lap, chronic in the air
(Brat: Nigga, pass that shit like you just
through
You not T-Boz baby, I'm not tryin to Creep Wit you
Next a reggae set, freaks flippin they wigs
Bouncers by the door beatin brothers like bad kids
nigga worth
Gettin' money everyday, not just 15th and the 1st
I whip out my dick, hoes quenchin' they thirst
I be tourin' with a warrant, spillin' Bel-Air
I?)
Yeah, just over there
I don't really wanna save your venue
You're talking to me like a seven year old
That's not gone to bed before they
on every finger like I'm Jordan dawg
Finally I found my way and
I can't fake it dawg
I got Kwill by side and man we taking off
Let's get it
These pateks
Bouncing, bouncing, bouncing
Like I don't know where I'm going
Bro I'm like a frog, bouncing all up in the air
Chirping, chirping, chirping
And I
just need smart chick - in case I'm gone she can run the establishment
Turn up for bankroll
Lean low like a kangol
Use to smoke Grammys outside
fish not talkin shrimp
Pockets fat never skimp
In the air just like a blimp
Flying high just like a plane
Spirit animal is bane
Strive to be
Bruce Wayne
by the name of Smokey-lah and i do just what i like
(What i like what i like)
(Ruck)
Yes yes y'all its movin on and on
I be that afro nigga by
sweet sixteen been going In like quarantine
Fuck I'm back, the Ville can see by any means
Alarm the scene, this Philly boy gon' harm Police
Know my team
Sweet 16
Been going In like Quarantine
Fuck I'm back, the Ville can see by any means
Alarm the scene, this Philly boy gon' harm Police
Know my team like
Diamonds make you stare
Shinning like I’m fucking Cher
Made my bones by the grace of the Don
This fucker joker shown his brawn
Slaughterings worse than
prayed up
We done it all
Just like yesterday the game started
Hits on hits ,ThuggaLife I was startled
Ain't gone home , I'ma go harder
Can't help till I
all in the air
The hundreds of bitches that we murdered
We ain't literally speakin'
We just team up and we squirt
All up in they hair
Give us some coke
You
It’s true
Have a little patience
I’ll dispel the smoke
Your sight will return
Just like “City Lights”, and I will give you some air
So that you can
When I was a little baby boy
My mama gave me a brand new toy
Two turn tables with the mix and I
Learned to rhyme like a dolomite
Time went by in a fly
Ball like 23 and I shot my
First 22 when I was 9
That's no lie, ho
Rappers out they mothafucking minds
So I gotta go psycho on these niggas
Call me
families, hit our folks, bombs bursting in air
Oh, say, can you see America face?
We share a pair of parents, took good care of the place
We just want
might overdose by the morning
I just wanna send her rose emojis, wanna give her, like Moby
I just wanna ball like I'm Kobe, got the flow I ride the wave
we livin' like soldiers
We lovin' that thugsta shit so nigga just throw your pumps in the air
Then you pump pump put one in a coppa like ya just
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