Lyrics:
yeah)
Big boy 5.56 stay by my hip, no fear of rippin shit (i'm not scared)
Eat what's in pants, bae get nervous, just start kissin it
Count up, count
the 3 80 on me mfs moving funny
Trust no one TNGM till da death of me
Mastering my craft I been bringing out the best of me
Cutting up on you niggas call
face on i feel safe now
Walk center stage and take a bow
Walk through a field of snakes
Bruise every head shake the foundation
Wake up the dead
I recall
like bic
Doing hood rat shit
Wit the whole damn clique
Wake and bake
Nigga roll that shit
Twenty Ls deep by 10am
Tell ya main bitch
She can Call Ten
INTRO
Dear Santa, bring me a cowboy for Christmas
V1
I'm cozied up by the fire
All alone on the couch
I got a Prancer and a Dancer by gingerbread
getting rolled up
I'm feeling cold as fuck, I can't tank it
I tried to blank shit, tried to call you
Tried to pull you in, tried to win you, I promised
I
the only one to have a baby
That's no excuse to be living all crazy
So she stared me right square in the eye
And said, "Everyday I wake up, hoping to die"
cnd ill wake up
cngels telling me p to dream
cnd ill make it
cngels telling me to dream
cnd ill wake up
Dream
Dream n*gga
Got to get this mother
this is straight repetition
Wake up in the morning then I go get it
Count up these hundreds I'm getting these digits
This ice on me cold this shit look
damn why you tryna rush
35plus twenty five, ran up a 60 now I'm really talking numbers
Try express my feelings they ain't really care about it so I
That's such an easy decision, wake up and get on my grizzy
Blessed for the day & I cant get knocked off my pivot
I am the one with vision, don't
down bad on my dick, but one thing I did never gave up
Watch who you really call your friends, cause most of them don't give a fuck
I had to cut a lot
Bumpin' the rappin' 4-tayzee baby
Me an' 40 water in the big body Mercedes
Four hundred five hundred v-12 black coupe
None of my weebles wake that
and the LL's _Bad_
Nee nigga to be pissed off with me
Cause their old lady they call me their baby
MC's piling up and crowding up, but I'm their FAVORITE
your bitches, shack your bitches
I pimps up, smack my bitches
You want to fuck trick your bitches
I duck flip my bitches, get that cash with that
I pop me some ex I don't want no more sex shawty giving me neck by da sec while I'm speeding
Don't spit it out shawty tell me of course
I look
blowing right by
Tell a pussy nigga shut up be quiet
Had his baby mama on the TV fox five crying
Now she sad
Young nigga double my cup in the back
the worth of fifty years living so close to the earth
Who'll give me five I got five now who'll give me ten
I'll call out the numbers and you just say when
as Compton (uh)
By Sylvester Scott and Benson Owens
A mission he formed to provide members protection from the Crips
Today there's over five million Bloods
getting grown
Everyday i wake up
trying to get my money long,
Cuz i know I'm not here for forever
so right now I'm really
trying to get a house By the lake
bullet
Or I can take my time and move it slow
Wake up outta my seat and hit this mic and blow like some indo
You can call me what you want
Just don't
of Scooby snackies
Shaggy, wake up, we've been had
Our Scooby snacks, they got the whole stash
He said, "Who who, I don't have a clue"
I suspect
for 5 jacks i need all them phones
And she gone throw the pussy back cause the dog den sold
Everything i ever did i did it by myself
266 ent bitch i
blinded by my jewelry,
Pullin on me, tugging on me, she can't get enough of me,
Touching me, luckily, she might be coming home with me,
Call your friends
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