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Louis bags packed like she stayin' for the week
I'm like, "Oh, nah, nah mama, that's a deep"
You be, you know how I get down
Now drop that ass and get
the trumpets band, and
They say they want the drugs to stop
But I'm a major setback when my album drop
I got that wet crack flow out ya mami's pot
I got that
And we on the road, niggas stay on go (on go)
Got a blasian bitch, she gon drop it low (drop it, drop it)
Feel like Trippie, cuz we toting all them poles
have niggas in beef
Dat slick talk followed by some stick talk then sleep
Pissed off, I done took my fifth loss this week
Big dog, I can scratch that
wan' let your baby mama take a picture (why? Go Grizz)
'Cause I'm the type of Baby that's gon' fuck the babysitter (Marii Beatz, turn me up)
I just did
be your son
Your daughter, your mama your father
Shot down in the street by a racist cop
But the cop is a black man try to use my
Rights but still I'm
alone, so come on
And if they end it all
By the end of tonight
If the big bomb drops down
Over this quiet Edison sky
We'll blow one last kiss
Rob one of these cowards, tell them D-boys to drop that
Rob one of these cowards, tell them D-boys to drop that
Show up at yo' house, tell them
man tellin' us it ain't gon' rain
So now we sittin' in a drop-top, soakin' wet
In a silk suit, tryin' not to sweat
Hit somersaults without the net
Armadale, nigga stinky stink
Top, down, my cash is up
Gold chain, I don't give a fuck
Gold brain'll get you in the truck ma
That's right, you in luck ma
the trumpets band, and
They say they want the drugs to stop
But I'm a major setback when my album drop
I got that wet crack flow out ya mami's pot
I got that
Okay, settle, settle, settle, settle, ladies and gentlemen, settle down
Okay, so, this next brother we're gonna bring up to the stage
Usually does
down in New Orleans
Eating foods from a garbage can, collecting nickels in a hand
Well, the man don't allow me to sleep by the riverside
Do the drop out
Down by the train tracks
The kids are all playing
Moms yelling come back
But they can't hear what she's saying
They run to the market
To buy a few
Fingers in your mouth, open up your blouse
Pull your G-string down South, aoowww
Threw that back out, in the parking lot
By a Cherokee and a green drop
make a hike, go long, first down, that's 10 racks
She said I can't fuck for free I told her that's cool by me
Said I can't fuck for free, she gon'
Yeah, uh
All the youngins in my hood popping percs now
Gettin' high they get by, it's gettin' worse now
You gotta tell 'em put them guns
yawning and I'd made it by 20
I got young boys on that corner, I call what you got for me
He say I done moved the whole thing, couple rocks all I got
(EarlOnTheBeat) haha, say
(Dun Deal on the track)
My nigga say "Hi!"s mama don't like them
(Bricks, this shit finna kill these niggas)
Psh, I don't
they sayin he scary
By the color of his skin, drop the ball inside the bin
Fawty shots to his body, left him in the cold wind
How the fuck I'm gonna
to no-good
It really doesn't matter, either way I should
Maximize the moment and hold ya close
Jump in the drop spider and cruise down the coast
Who loved
to George Jones, White Lighting right down to your Cold Cold Heart
Never was a big stage dreamer, but that blue-collar six stringer, held us together when
you wanna beat me, how? (how?)
Oh, you the number one draft in the league now?
Ride down your block, doors twelve o'clock
Lambo', the drop, bike
man, I ain't tryna stop ya
[Chorus: ]
(Shine), from my head down to my shoes
(Shine), skiiiiirtin' on twenty-two's
(Shine), check my baby mama
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