Lyrics:
honeys' to the crib tonight
Guarantee we gon' get up in they rib tonight
Check the new slang
It's changed the braveheart gang bang
When you see me pass
So me I'm where that Reuger, that Pump and that Tech at
Some look at me I'm on now, I thought we was rich then
Shit man, but you had like, twenty
can stay hy- like -dro
Don't act like you don't know, I'm about to fly a flow
I'm three from three from a three-point land
With more devastation
by, niggas like "fifty don't play son"
"yeah, somethin' really wrong with that nigga..."
Max out, I'm goin' straight for the glock
Bust a u-turn, I'm
for Visine
Five bitches right behind me, more flashin' than high beams
Like, Nelly, where you goin', can I go? By all means
Keep the door open,
feelin' like a needle to these young kids
You had the world, you about to leave it to these young kids
And we gonna show you what the love is
Stay
the thugs, 'cause we don't get no love
When we sacrifice our life and havin' shootouts by the club
Max B and Rah Digg, the niggas in the pen
And rappers
three Kardashians, hold that thought
I'm that raw, not that raw, Trojans on deck
Like USA synchronized swimmers, I keep them hoes wet
And if you havin'
stupid
Don't worry about it
People will walk you through it
Step by step like an infant new kid
Inch by inch with the new solution
Transmit hit's with no
You better stand right there
Get a clue and be aware
You're just an inch or so from your immortality
Don't you get the meaning
You might still be
I'm tryin' to eat like Russel
Murda is my hustle But you keep chasin' yesterday, you goin' miss tomorrow
It's murda motherfucker we don't beg
wouldn't give an oint'
Or flinch an inch or pitch a pinch
Off the pie or ever try to try your wench
Confronted by the Devil Himself and stayed strong
You
wouldn't give an oint'
Or flinch an inch or pitch a pinch
Off the pie or ever try to try your wench
Confronted by the Devil Himself and stayed strong
You
you ain't movin' ma? DJ ain't playin' nothin'
You tell him, play this here until the speakers blow
Birthdays, pick a place, baby, we can go
I like yo
questionin
Me and you stuck by eachother, never letem in
Thats veteran thats Evident
We gota lose them old niggas thats evidense
You my new and old testiment
Hellcat (Hellcat)
I was jumpin' out the gym in Nike Air Max (Air Max)
Three bad bitches in the coupe slidin' down Fairfax (Fairfax)
Bitch, I been gettin'
below
Every inch that we grew
And everything that we do
Planted seeds throughout all the weeds
Every inch yeah we grew got me
Girl You stole me n I
Have to do a little switch up can a a player get strange
I tell my biatrice to quit yappin later or we gon' get nasty
You can do whatever you like
Used to be two cars sittin' in the drive
You had your dog and I had mine
Two sets of keys on a hook by the front door
But this house don't look
potatoes, now fuck later????
Chorus: Puff Daddy
We won't stop, till you niggas come and stick me
And I don't stop, till you haters rock wit me
Once I get it goin', you know it don't stop
I break like anti-locks, panties drop
From hood to hood, block to block
Help, I need somebody
To get it
like we used to say
Syncopation the true school way
I don't know what you came to do
I came to drop the funk on you
Depends on that sonic sound
like they don't know nothin' about drama
For this money shit many men do trauma
Switchy walked in son, this bitch had the baddest ass
The bulletproof
he's drunk and alone
Two, don't let him in
You'll have to kick him out again
Three, don't be his friend
You know you're gonna wake up in his bed in
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