Lyrics:
head
That's how I want my day to end, wake up and get it again
Before I trust you with my money, rather give it to my mama
Broke boy got too much
rocking the mic
Call me the Grim Reaper
Hear me through your speaker
Know when I'm in procedure
Running kilometres
Bleed them by the litre
Cannibal, I
brains flew by
Ayo mac check
Tec check
Keep your chain tucked that's your best bet
Investing in the vest that's a waste
My aim bad, I still knocked off
'Til one day I grew suspicious
When I stepped on a crack on Aunt Edna's stoop
And got pooped on by a group of stupid pigeons
Then we flew the coop
on the sand
Tee or tank top, pocket fan
No pocketknife, no handgun in sight
Just that rat-tat-tat-tat-tat-ta-tat-tat, boom
Haha, tonight, I might just boost
dance
Dance dance dance dance
I just wanna move
Move move move move
Til the beat don't boom boom boom boom boom no more(til the beat)
Usually on a night
get mad at me and leave.
But you won’t find another girl like me
Who gave you love who wasn't mean.
And by the time that you decided to feel
I got
boom clap
I drop you off by six o' clock
Keep a pistol gotta ride with my glock
No DM, but I been shooting my shot
Slide, for my dawgs Imma ride
Got
One time for the one's that know
Two time for the folks that don't
Three time we gon make some noise
Pump up the beat we ain't got no choice
Four
them Corn Rows to the back
I ain't really tryin' to be picky
But if you give me somethin', it's got to be the sticky
Doin' by the ounces, lo' lo's
rock, soft rock, Metal rock
Baby from the eighties also Listened to the best-est pop
I was feelin' N'sync, Britney Spears n Pink
Loved it when Linkin'
like Twizzlers
Biggie's fitting to hurt
What's under that skirt?
(Slow down son you're killin' us)
Who fillin' 'em with octane?
Got 'em gassed up
'em G stacks
And got them corn rows to the back
I ain't really trying to be picky
But if you give me somethin, its got to be the sticky
Doing by
My God
In God we trust
But we'll never really know what got discussed
Click-boom then it happened
And no one else was in the room where it
on the sand
Tee or tank top, pocket fan
No pocketknife, no handgun in sight
Just that rat-tat-tat-tat-tat-ta-tat-tat, boom
Haha, tonight, I might just boost
, boom) if you know how I know
You don't wanna fuck with this
(You don't wanna fuck with this)
Glock with a 50 round drum with a
Swish that'll make
know why? 'Cause I got her open (alright)
That pussy soakin' (uh)
Fuck is you promotin' (uh)
Yeah, you claim you rage, you hatin' like you live in
I got the juice, Tropicana
I fuck with you lil mama
I got the (Boom) (Boom) the cabana
And then I juke juke until mañana
I got the juice, Tropicana
I
everything
Aged 16 She was never full grown
She was in a family Now she's got one of her own
Two kids Even worse Two little girls
Two more of herThat
I've seen that face before
It's the moonlight, it's the horizon
Or maybe something in this drink, has got me wanting more
You want that boom boom
You
everything
Aged 16 She was never full grown
She was in a family Now she's got one of her own
Two kids Even worse Two little girls
Two more of herThat
fluid
Step to the niggaz that I'm checkin'
Pull out the tec and I reckon you'll get murdered in a second
Bang with the nine, boom with the pow
fluid
Step to the niggaz that I'm checkin'
Pull out the tec and I reckon you'll get murdered in a second
Bang with the nine, boom with the pow
like ba-boom-boom-boom-burp (heyyy heyyy)
Uhh - make sure my fam got my back
It's just like that, heyyy heyyy
[Verse Two]
I float like Muhammad,
.jpg/188px-Britney_Spears_2013_(Straighten_Crop).jpg "Britney Spears")
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