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cops throwin the bird ya heard
i'm on I-20 wit 20's (uhh huh)
and beats i got plenty can't wait to see Jenny
[Chorus]
Been all around
Rolie on, it's glistenin', and my darling, kissin'
Niggas steady trippin' so I'm steady grippin'
Dirty money on me, got a scale up on me
I don't fuck
the street up
Ice Cube, nigga, you better D up
And when I come by bitch, you better be up
Ass up, face in the pillow
I don't give a fizzle
Got ta do my
I, I went to hell, I might as well learn by my mistakes
I, at twenty-four, was insecure, do whatever it takes
Come on and wake up, (wake up, wake
I'll miss
All the strings get stretched
All the wings get clipped, for the downfall
Switch it up damn my egos gone
In the middle of my 20's it could
by the Woos
He woulda got away if he pulled his pants up
I hold that boy for ransom (Grrt)
I pour a four in my Fanta
Is you with it or not? (Nah)
Gun
a bamboo viper's face
And I'd be dead but by God's grace
Drive on, it don't mean nothin'
My children love me and they understand
And I got a woman who
a million offa users.
Car and the money the same color of mucous,
Go get it his self they call 'em ghetto Frank Lucas.
Cocaine,
He got it by the boulder,
It's messed up (it doesn't look bad)
You're crazy, it looks bad
(Okay, then at least tell me what this thing that you're doing)
This figure in
Thumbing
Thumbing through these hundreds
20s and them 50s to them Benji's
I'm thumbing yea thumbing through them hundreds
Bitch say that she love me
showing up
Others are from growing up
Sometimes I was so messed up and didn't have a clue
I ain't winning no one over
I wear it just for you
I've got
THEY THINK I GOT LUCK WIT ME
cLL THIS MONEY IT KEEP COMING
PUT DOWN THEM 20's
PICK UP THEM HUNNITS
TO McNY BILLS
I COULDNT KEEP THUMBIN
TO McNY BIRDS
Don't be talking to me, homie
Got me messed up
Too much pain up in my eyes
Yeah, I'm messed up
These times are inhumane
Can we fast forward?
We just
, everything went wrong
The night I got messed up, should've just stayed home
Picked up my phone, what can I say?
Well, I thought that you'd walk away
But
finest moment by a long shot
As I walk through this casino knowin' there ain't no one i know up at 6 O'clock
With my hair messed up and my shirt untucked
loyalty
It's an empty vacancy where it should be
You messed me up
Now I'm numb
Cuz you ain't got no loyalty, loyalty
It's an empty vacancy where it should
he has you don't want none of that, no
Chorus:
Put your dreams away, he's never gonna change
Go on and walk away, 'cause he's messed up.
You're gonna
You ready girl lets go have some fun
Coming thru in my b 22s
On the move riding with my boo
Bank big like a moose.
On my Zeus. I got
heaven in my eyes
I took a long time, I apologize
Even though at times you messed up
Shaking your ass up in the club, that's messed up
But you're quick
so right
But the truth is only known by guttersnipes
There's twenty-two singers! But one microphone
Back in the garage
There's five guitar
everyone of me yeah)
I could use an update
2.0 version of myself
Ready for a remake
Wish I could wake up as someone else
I’ve got cracked phone energy
to the sound
A little bitty nigga by the name of Dave
Who was known through the
Hood cuz he misbehaved
But when the cavi got plucked it
Was time to get paid
die, yeah
(yeah)
He gon' die (He gon' die) , he gon' die, yeah
I got the shine, I got
The shine, Patek the time, crystal blind
22, I shop like ew,
Or probably with Roney
I go by Trill Rill cause he
Be up in the morning
See, that's that penitentiary shit and he
Been out for a minute but I'm up!
Birdman keep
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