Lyrics:
And if I'm beefing then you beefing we letting shells fly
I wish Mac b was still here he was getting them in
Brand new glocks fresh out the box he was
Chauffeured by the latest and greatest strand or brand of pessimism
This album’s dedicated to a basement fulla addicts
It’s too hot up in the kitchen
Had
a swirl
Elite in my zone I think my name Earl
She want the money the diamonds and pearls
Her ass so fat she got them curves
She eat up my nut like
Got a young chick from the hood, south side
Pops never let her outside
Nigga knew the type of shit she was up against
Little did he know the shit
Got a young chick from the hood, south side
Pops never let her outside
Nigga knew the type of shit she was up against
Little did he know the shit
it ain't shit she could do
She should embrace it and make people remember her
She was irrelevant, when the last time we mentioned her?
Lil' Kim
my baggage
Hundred feet above average (average)
By twenty-one I was a savage (uh)
By twenty-two I had a foreign, by twenty-three I had crashed it
My name, it probably ring like Las Vegas slot machines
The MAC by my pelvis in my Helmut Lang (uh-huh)
The shells'll bang, make everything outta your
excuses
Bleedin' on the inside, cryin' on the out
It's only one girl really knows what she about
Her name is lil' Stacy and they become friends
Promise
glessle
Lil baby can’t fuck me
Ima go fuck her sister yeaaaa, 1:04
Broke nigga wanna beef wit me
Because I’m getting paid
Don’t get me fooled
Brand new
Got bread coming by the load, now she touching her toes, huh
Heard they fucking with my flows, yeah that shit for sure, yeah that shit for sure
Yeah
wanna have a baby
Hit it once, nah hit it twice, nah hit it thrice, I'm fucking nice
Saw the badge by the pocketknife, so I'ma hit her up another night
and rocks
If anything been scoring from me
It was ten a ki
I let my l'il round hustle
As long as they score for me
[Lac]
Look if I pull up on the block
You ain't Sha'Carri, I grab by the waist
Break out her tracks like, it's Hot Wheels
She gon ride on the dick in her High Heels
And my brand new EP got
to hear John Henry's hammer ring, Lawd, Lawd
Jes' to hear John Henry's hammer ring
John Henry had a li'l woman
Her name was Lucy Ann
John Henry took
stick this shift automatic
I know she brand new but she feel like a classic
Head game crazy she ain't miss no classes
Hit her so hard like I'm mad
the history of music
By night, just to pay for that shit, you'd dance
To get your pants was a mission impossible
We were both the same age but I
Suppose
Yea oh
Yea oh
Flyguy flyguy
Black van pull up everybody dip
I know the man with the cook up
Ima get a brick
Ima go ham when I pull up
Brand new whip
Lil' baby, she a demon
Loyalty, she know the meaning
Take her shopping
We gon' spend a check at Neimans
New Hellcat, that bitch screaming
Lil' baby,
a lil' more
Miss Donda, you see my mama, tell her I'm lost
You see, she'd always light a cigarette, we talk, I would cough
Exaggeratin' a lil' bit so
with a stitch
Can't trust a hoe, cuz I know she a dip
If I get in the hole you a ditch
Shit, my last hoe was a flip
Saved her name in my phone under zip
and together
Fly around the circle nine times
Find the girl I need, here’s my description
She has a soul like mine
Tell her:
Hey
My name’s the same
As the one
drugs I go to the moon
Lil' spoiled bitch, 2000 on shoes
Walk in the club with one bitch, leave with two
By myself at the top like cocoon
When I'm in
bestfriends
I came from the bottom, I came from the bottom, lil n**** was desperate
I know Ima make it, my problems I face em, lil n**** was built for this
He
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