Lyrics:
on anybody who ever tried to front on me
With so much personality, what do you want from me?
I could be by myself and enjoy the company
My life, this year, my
right she fine than a
Motherfucker I ain’t gone lie straight up
I take her home though, fucked and got off
Pitbull type
Now do I love them hoes, hell no
a million plus, we got money to burn
Catch me in the quarter wit the triple arm
Hoppin out G'd up, dangling my DTP charm
Gotta get in and I'm wit it, it's
a million plus, we got money to burn
Catch me in the quarter ?? Wit the triple arm
Hoppin out G'd up, dangling my DTP charm
Gotta get in and I'm wit it,
dodge
Bill collectors, and rip up my charge cards
Cause these bills, they attack (like a pitbull)
Can't sleep at night (can't even sit still)
I don't want
me ease up, these niggaz ain't G'd up
They more like E'd up, once that I re'd up
Shoot him in his face, while he rollin' his weed up
You rap with
[Kurupt]
You know you never seen a gangsta hol', hella high
Ready to ride, give it up to all the bitches passin by
(whattup girl?) Crazy wit 'em curves, work
blunts
Casamigos got me drunk
Got one life
I live it up
Um kicking shit like a punt
I smoke P's by the month
Imma do what i want
Backwood full of runtz
could feed me
Her famous lemon cake
Wish scarface never plugged GD
And my cousin Cee-lo Reed was
Here to hear my CD
I gotta step up in his daughter's life
by the rules reapply
Creeps low wit cruise control when I'm high
Brand new 22 shoes on the ride
Gotta get blatta tatted
Hit up green rise
[Hook]
out by the Citgo
But mama always made sure the tooth fairy found my pillow
My pops was always workin', he put the family first
Chicago Saturdays in
Philly never scared and them niggaz ain't timid there
Them young triggers lose lives by the minute there
It might start but the fight never finish there
through the math I subtract them
You hear no laughter, QBC the thug factor
You niggaz ain't worth the punch, back snatch ya
Pitbull attack ya,
shoot enough
Got it done, I got my ruger tucked
In a uber and I'm toolied up
Hella shooters in the dually truck
We G'd up, we don't suu whoop it up
Four
It took me two hours (Moon Rock)
Down by the beach babe
She wanna woosah
I wanna escape
Moon Rock
Down by the beach babe
I wanna move
Let's
What you thought its the Roc
Wit my people from St.Lou
Jack Frost, Jack Frost
Up in the bang-o, the wrist froze Grip O's
Roc a Fella pitbull snatch
ain’t a game i drip fresh cuz I hustle
I Came up round pain often blessed By the struggle
Watched greed get em slain mane They checkin them numbers
No
till she numbing
Got ya bitch shaken up
Like she GD'N or something
On 4'nem grave
Pure VNM Music we paid
We got the club showing love we the shit we self
ball, kay, broad, g'day!,
Now G'd afternoon, subhuman self, caught a splash of moon, got stupid felt
By the moon light, oh my passive wounds
They thrash
I don't read, yeah, I just guess
As the world turns
Don't bother me with your messs
I'm trying to do my best
Get my head up out the stress
to the wall, keep your hands where I can see'em (see'em)
You messed around and got caught up, best believe it (yep)
Back again, drive-bys, gunshot wounds
And if
You ain't scarin' me talkin' murder, my life been at the end
Palermo by myself in a brand new Benz (new Benz)
It's Top, nigga
Prayin' to my
And testin me is like pitbulls put up to poodles
My rap career goes back further than yo' father hairline
It's Ludacris - I pack more nuts than Delta Airlines
I bet you haven't
I know you haven't
You won't believe
What its done to me
Still think its "gangsta"?
Now youre doing L time
Still actin G'd up
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