Lyrics:
got me started real quick
I represent the Bronx, but I am a New Yorker
All vegeterian, never eat pork or
Chicken in a battle yes my brain starts
Let me start by saying this
If I didn't tell you it would be remiss
Your love's got me high
Always on full
Never leave me dry
Damn baby
You're my
They like who this?
No seriously who the fuck is this?
Got a problem with me now they all up in my messenger
Still ain't found a fuck to give I told you
Man I been in a dark place I can't describe it
Emotionally numb, I try my best to hide it
Had this girl back by my side, thought the time was right,
the life I got this motherf*cker started
I'm bout to hit & be the next one charted
Still at the store to only look I can't buy it when I pop, I'll be
team, thugs is near me
(They near me) i got this bitch from North
She tellin' me how she a single parent
(Don't wanna hear it)
I know they waitin' to hear
anything, this has got to be a dud.
It's been ages since i necked it, and smoked six tabs to the nub.
Belly's not even tingling, i just feel a bit
'll get myself back in line
Because I recognize, I have been called, for such a time as this!"
You can't resist the change
And you're not condemned by
And this is for my D-Boys, D-Coys, D-Stroy, D-Noid, D-Boys
Pockets full of bread, watchin' for the feds
Got it full of lead, don't make us pop you in
on this beat like a motherfucking sigma
Bad to the bristle, hat to the rizzle
I'm so official all I need is a whistle
Bitch named Crystal, let her suck
this for the work boy this rap shit a hobby
7 days a weeks Imma grind wit my niggas
I been running up a clock I ain’t got time for the bitches
I know
that I'm a man from the spark in my soul
It can make me so hot, you got out of control
Grab her by the hair, drag her back to your cave
It's what
bitch hope you catch this drip
Heard I got that sauce hope you got your chips
Let me take my time while I light my spliff
Better hide your chic cause she
got the perfect fit
You know I really put det shit on
Just cuz you not no dyke
Don't mean this can't be yo song
However it go,
Whatever ya do
We all
got me fucked up
Man they got me fucked up if they
Think I really care
I don't need them here
I got this on my own
So far this year
I don't need
this shit goes down
You won't be surprised how this shit turns out
I'm a gangsta you try my hand and get cut
And Hav by the raft for the AK dunn
I
Karate child
Keeyah bitch
(Uhn)
This alcohol got me feeling like a dawg, I been looking at his broad, I don’t even wanna pipe tho (Pipe Tho)
Show her
rack
Gelato 41 and we got Cookies by the pack
I can't teach you 'bout no bank cards (no)
I can take you 'round the block and show you trap yards
I
got a latte
All they really wanna do is get paid
I don' blame 'em look at this game
Lot'a talk but a whole lot'a same
I'm praying on my knees for
to
It's big rank
Like a walking fish tank
With this water on me
I'm the coolest sensei
Like Miygi though
Hibachi on the farthest coast
Protected by
Little more effects
And I can't resist
So we get funky in the house
You know what I'm sayin'?
L.L. Cool J style
What?
This ain't on a pop tip
K-Dot, pick up the phone, nigga
Every time I call, it's going to voicemail
Don't tell me they got you on some weirdo rap shit, nigga
No socks
Little more effects
And I can't resist
So we get funky in the house
You know what I'm sayin'?
L.L. Cool J style
What?
This ain't on a pop tip
Little more effects
And I can't resist
So we get funky in the house
You know what I'm sayin'?
L.L. Cool J style
What?
This ain't on a pop tip
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