Lyrics:
take ya pick, yeah I'm gettin' my shine on
I've sold 2 million records now my paper all swole now
The mayor of the city, top down when I roll now
and close the doors
Man for what? Santa Claus Ho
And, we gonna blow ounce with him
G's up, hoes down
I got Santa Claus high as shit
Sitting by the tree
a boat off
I be spendin' hella money, yeah, I'ma show off
Ron Ron played the beat so you know I had to go off (go off)
They like, "All you talk about
to do a drive-by tonight, that's why we tint these nigga
Heard shots rang out, just riding on my 10 speed
Seen the windows down and the bitch squeezed
strapped (catch shit when you run in the bitch raw)
I go off when the shit's off (I usually turn it up when it go down)
If you didn't you know now
(You
strapped (catch shit when you run in the bitch raw)
I go off when the shit's off (I usually turn it up when it go down)
If you didn't you know now
(You
Bitch, I'm smoking gas in my chambers like it's the
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"Ay you LIL DARKIE, nigga?"
And we
And they don't need to know about you and me (woo)
I got this shit blowin' up like TNT (ah)
Don't even call my phone no more, DND (woo)
I gotta rob
they fry em, he sum like baloney
When I get to dumpin, you just better get down Cry about your get back, lil nigga, just spin around
I was takin' some
ain't got backpain, know you gotta love it
Tens out in NY, they in my hallways, I got a lobby of 'em
Up and Down with Chase, Monday nights, we made
to cop me a charter
Thugga my nigga, I swear that's my partner
Ralo fam goon, don't nobody go harder
Lil Boat the king of the teens and I'm smarter
I'm
[Lil Dap (of Group Home)]
Hmm, hmm
About 12 O'Clock Brooklyn when this shit took place
Fake niggas on the ground, fakin moves in BK
Yo they coming
We havin' a check by the way
Huh, woo woo woo
You feel me? You dig
Shit look easy, know what I mean
Hey
Don't I look like I'm the shit lil
and they want me down but I just wanna strive
Ima make this shit one day got my brothers by my side (right here)
My nigga dont go in that trap if you walk in
talking about get it
Lets go, Aye Uh Uh
Aye I fucked up my wrist in the kitchen
I'm serving like tennis
Getting racks off my pack selling out
I'm a chemist
on food I'm in the mood for a stick-up,
To pick up lil' somethin' on a get up
You hit up, blessed by the way I protest,
Your world, gettin' it all of my
they be dwelling in
Had to get they money from the banks that they rob again
But I made all my racks just by buying slaves and selling them
My grandma
Lets go out to the record house
Lil' Liza Jane
Lets get there by eight o'clock
Lil' Liza Jane
Ooh lil' Liza lil' Liza Jane
Ooh lil' Liza lil
baby
I'm about to go crazy
I'm lurkin' down on Bronte Street daily
Ain't no one can save me
I swear I'm movin' murderous lately
I'm clunchin' on this
That boy must be crazy, say he'd die over some clout
Got some switches on these guns if that lil boy go run his mouth
I got hittas from north and I
have
And I get to the bag
Gun them down
My niggas ain’t talking they chatting now
I’m all about money don’t play around
She all in her feeling she
that it takes
She played me for some that sex, she took my love and she misplaced it
I've been down, wrong what about it, press my issues cause they fake
boys or blocks, my nigga
'Cause it's hell
What we gotta go through, and only time will tell
When the pain is over, I'm down on my knees
Lord keep
why?
'cause the brothers that I knew with the rise drove by
Only nice in the days looking down the road
Seeing beautiful girls with the car load
Yeah
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