Lyrics:
us well not just us a couple foreign sluts
We could amke the summer manal n trallin ya'll
And i be wit jim jones and we be ballin ballin yea
Baby we
you tripped when you fuck wit a villain which one of y'all motherfuckers said fuck Tech N9ne shady Pacino turned see-hoe when I clutched that n9ne me
problem
Make a couple hunnid million dollars in the process (what wrong wit' dat?)
And my mind set, it fluctuate from gettin'
A buncha paper
ya eyes to
What's the fucks that's goings on
Cause the constantly getting rid of us one by one whether Its drugs or diseases or gun by
Gun I ain't
beat
Call yo friends around, then call the police!
Im ridin' wit my flow, it take up four seats
So I'm gon ghost ride, but with no sheets
One man by
Can't tell by the diamonds in my rings?
That's how many times I wanna cum, twenty-one
And another one, and another one
And another one, 24-karats,
[Intro]
Playa.. Face Mob got fiyah!
(Squab, wit de bumba claat, wanna run up on me)
[Chorus]
Pass the itchy to the lefthand side
Fuckin wit me fi
The headphones is on fire dis time around
Styles
Blood pressure
Y'all just bear wit' me
Yo, last time I'm a tell these niggas, man
Can't fuck
flow/
bet if i fucked up/ that i wouldn't hit tha floe/
case ya'll ain't know/
i ride wit guns n clips/
n got some wise words/ that'll be told like
connected, Bluetooth, this ain’t what you’re used to
Fuck your few views, on YouTube
RIP Sweet Jones and Screw, Zoo
The fuck y’all thought this was? (Town)
I hang wit' murderers
I hang wit'
I hang wit'
Ayy, bitch
And I hang with murderers for sure
(TouchofTrent be wildin' with it)
We done put
got something to say
y'all better not fuck with me
'cause I'm had a bad day
[MC Lyte - Verse Two]
y'all must really think I'm
y'all gon wanna be me
Livin it up, while I'm still counting n steady stackin up
I made it by myself, keep it quiet cuz don't think I give a fuck
Bout yo
Fab 5 Freddy on they ass
Supermodel sharing bottles with a street nigga
She like a Hoover in an Uber by the East River
Fuck a martini this is for
What the fuck these niggas thought,
It's the I-N-C nigga, it's murder,
M-I-B nigga, Murder Inc. Bosses, motherfuckers,
Ja Rule, haha
Ay yo Buck, turn
girlfriend and sister
By mr. thuggish ruggish himself nigga wit big ol' nuts
Represent them st. clair cleveland soldiers don't give a fuck to get buck
To all
still breathin, top
Grenade, ice it up, cop pies, slice it
Up you really think you nice enough
Fuck around wit twice your luck
Even seekin scrolls until
surrounded by dogs, for the love
Only niggas I fuck wit is thugs nigga what
Blood in blood out, vatos locos homes, so there's no chocos homes
When we smoke
[T3]
(One, one) Don't fuck it up! (One)
It only takes (One)
so feel it y'all (One)
Now every (One)
It only takes (One)
You only need (One)
to having violent psychotic
Quick devour polish it, politics
By the way I'm higher than the Eiffel Tower tip
I like writin'
But I will stick this pencil
and the deepest
Know niggas that go to jail just to get they teeth fixed
Think I give a fuck what you herbs say?
When I got the nigga that you trying to be
murder when I get to servin 'em verbally, man
Nigga y'all heard of me, wig splitta, killa nigga word to me
And I'm classic, like Bird and Magic
Wit
niggas
Whenever we ride I'm by yo side I'm a go wit ya
You fuck wit' the guys slide slide we comin' to get ya aye
I just hit a stain split it with the gang
And I don't give a fuck about none a y'all
Hit 3 or 4 in the head
That's 3 or 4 niggers left for dead
It doesn't pay to check cards
'Cause I'm sendin'
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