Lyrics:
Runnin' outside, lying, crying, denying that you ain't
The Gay Rapper, but you got fucked by him.
What's the difference, ya'll niggas still ain't in
of feminine distractions
Come and catch the wave
Get a piece of the action
They call me J-u-s
The beats by Mike Martin
Black and brown we get down
Black
Put your fists in the sky, wave them deuces high nigga
'Cause it ain't nuttin but that fire rolled up
[Chorus: x2]
I run with Worldwide Renegades,
The black Lil' Raskal, with loot like Waldo
I make Oprah rhyme by throwin chairs at Geraldo
Rivera, I joke around like, Hanna Barbera
But mirror mirror, Tame
he ain't got a permit, but he park shit
You can start shit, but I really end shit
Gettin' to the paper like a penmanship
Move the family out the hood
then we ain't fuckin wit em
Keep to mines cause I remember back when I ain't have it nigga
Yeah I'm eatin, gettin hungry, fix ya own plate
I'll slide
If you wanna dance bitch
Then you know that we can boogie
Kill your ass and get indicted by the fucking grand jury
But I have the best lawyers in
to stay f-are-double e and keep these bitches lovin me
Sippin bubbly, breakin down buds from a fat sack
Reservations at ( ? ) arts craft shack
I stacks fat
the next nigga to
step get deleted by death undefeated ain't no
thang to put that body to rest chest
filled with smoke yokin' niggas up by the
collar. Follow
running back out of O State
Never lyin' on the moves I made
Up in the clouds feelin' like nigga I ain't comin' down (Fly, fly, fly)
Scrape the material,
non-stop though
the world movin in slow motion
held by the ocean
X pills keep my fantsay open
an I'm lovin it
nuttin above
but a pussy when you rub it
A Plasma On The Door
Roll By And Shock A Hoe
Nig Paper Gettin Mode,
Voice Activated Doors
Touch Screen Navigation
Tells Us Where The Fuck To Go.
Automatic
firm, some are gonna dash.
Some of them boys just ain't ready for the clash.
When you don't see your life pass you by in a flash.
Cuz others wanna hate
faceless
Shawty gon say that I'm hard
So I know that nothing ain't going down painless
I'm maxing my card at the bank
Just to buy a new coupe and I'll pawn
morn
I work to separate the grain from the chaff
Treadin on a narrow path by many told don't last
But I keep on and, I keep on and
I said the show ain't
Ooh, it's Wavy808
All this time is passing by
But I still can't seem to tell you why
It hurts me every time I see you
Realize how much I need you
I
ones in that ass, empty the whole clip
Made by a snitch , that's why them suckas fall so quick
And if you ain't down for your scratch you must be
Yeah, these niggas ain't shit but some pussy
He thinkin' he him, so I gave him a cookie
I drown in the sauce, man, I feel like A Boogie
I frown
it at that
Up in the store with the bro
Couldnt get it shit he know that i got his back
Yeah i might but post but this shit aint for score
Im just
scooter
Black, white, Puerto Rican, nigga, we got flavor shooters
He was gettin' rowdy, an got shmurda talkin' on computers
I ain't never really listen,
life on the beach road
Far north, south west, down south east coast
I dunno but it feels so easy, coastal kids who just sing in the sea breeze
Who
like a bad boogie
To the public I lead the team and the stats goodie
Nigga your stats rookie
Ain't the biggest or the hardest swings but we don't act
awfully bold
But she starts to smile, so I think she's sold
She says we should dip, put the top down
It's not too cold
Blue Christmas, just turned to gold
chargin', he a Jew, he like his voodoo
Real dope boy, hundred thousand in Evisu
Presidential tints slide by, we don't see you
I been gettin' money, I ain't
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