Lyrics:
what I'm sayin'?) You ain't gonna get it
(Yeah) That's the way it's goin' down
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Fuckin' around
{Yo I mastered the art
thoughts
Children listen, it gets deep
See once upon a time inside the Nickerson Garden projects
The object was to process and digest poverty's dialect
I was in them slums, shit get dreadful like some Haitain hair
I come from that zoo, it's just cobras, pigs and apes in there
1300 block, bitch, I
is a gang a bitches by tha silhouette
Niggaz ran through a few and aint finished yet
Cuz when it come to tha hoes and time to get it wet
We only keep
Oh yeah, I got the perfect song for the kids to sing
And all my people that's
Drug dealin' just to get by
Stackin' money 'til it get sky high
it up, yeah)
Get your respect in diamonds (ice, ice, ice, ice, ice, ice)
I bought a Plain Jane Rollie
These niggas bought they fame (woo)
I think
Shakin' dreads and poppin' meds, shakin' dreads and poppin'
Shakin' dreads and poppin' meds, shakin' dreads and poppin'
Shakin' dreads and poppin
Lil Fade, trippin' get ya whip sprayed (yeah, uh-huh)
Choppa where my bitch stay (air it out)
Shoot shit, pocket fulla blue strips (yeah, blue
of the bloodshed
King of the wisdom, king of the ocean, king of the respect
King of the otimistic and dreamers that go and get it
King of the winners, district,
no food on my plate, should I go rob n kill, I had to go to da stu finna drop me a tape, feel it’s my time fr, imma stay dangerous lil bitch, cuz
to ice you
So we livin' hostile just to cop some Aeropostale
Trenchcoat Mafia, for a lil' Hollister
Gotta get his dollas up
So we hit the dice game
Lost
Shirley Temple curls and all that
But I'm still a boss bitch
Like, like, don't, don't get it twisted, like
You know I do this lil' this lil' this lil
I wake up, all I want is a payday
I got rich without doing the Nae Nae
OG Bobby, this ain't no Lil' Ray Ray
Gettin' it in, count it faster then
about to turn it up and really get it poppin' now
People everywhere and all our twitter followers
Merry Christmas, Kwanzaa, happy Hanukkah!
Mary
the parties, poppin? bottles just for fun
Smokin? weed in your club, call the coppers, let ?em come
Miami, Trey O Five, we cop it out the bro house
burnin' up, for you, baby
Give it up for Big Rob
Yo, we're burnin' up in the place tonight
The brothers singin' loud (and were feelin' right)
Get up
that it ain't never comin'
I'd damn near rob a bank to get that doll and Billy's knife.
It's just another homemade Christmas in Kentucky
Just odds
dat but ho's be loving it whatever you had budgeted
my pocket money double it. rich kids like my lil cousin, still thuggin it.
it hurts to see me do it
Ayy, yeah, in her feels
Bitch, my bread hurt, I just bought a crib in the Hills
Lil' shawty sucked me up, she in her feels
I'm a kickstand off
This that turnt shit (ah, ah)
All fucking year, we on turnt shit (all year, I'm poppin' it)
Put it on, this that turnt shit (the drip I do it
Trinidad, let us consider that
Immigrant to a boss, bitches bitter and mad
Poppin' out like a cork, duckin' 'em like Björk
Bitches get out of line, I give
as he
Rob's the kinda guy
Who always gets it right
Rob spoke up when things got out of sync
Rob made me slow down and think
About where I was going
Hm, yeah
Mhm
We take the good, we take the bad
It's not about what we had
We just tryna get by
We stay out of trouble
All we wanna do to get
it
Oxy' comin', flip the channel
Paranoid lil' bitch, don't panic
Poppin' sets and poppin' X
What you know about it?
Whole lotta money, lotta diamonds
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