Lyrics:
beep, put the hurt on me
Yeah, I'm wearing jeans, but he put the skirt on me
Rode him to sleep, then I put his shirt on me
Pussy clean, these niggas
the smoke
You got niggas who love you
You got family who hate them
You got places to go
You just stay in that place
You got bitches who cool
You don't play by
Somebody, somewhere just really understood me
Yeah, I dream big, no false hope
My other niggas move keys, no off notes
But understand rich is how we're all
sleep
I'm steady pumpin' bullets in your sheets
Wake up, motherfucker, don't stutter
Point blank by a nigga from the gutter, yeah
Gimme mine, gimme
say - oh
Hope he feel as strong as my pohah do
With you by my side its like I'm drunk off booze
If you be my man only my man I wouldn't mind
I want to be, yo, let me fuck that nigga down
You heard that shit, nigga
Ay, yo, what you going with that big ass
My ghetto love song, set it off,
My anaconda don't, my anaconda don't
My anaconda don't want none unless you got buns, hun
Boy toy named Troy used to live in Detroit
Big dope
the way
It's so cold for you
Yeah (Uh) , gunshots to my fallen crew
When your nigga dies, it hurts the most
Boom boom boom! Got me shootin' at a ghost
When
don't let you know what's really going on
Make it look like a lotta stealing going on
Boy them cops is killas in my home
Nigga shot dead in the middle
22's and got heat so
If a nigga try me you a big prob you runnin' into
I smoke a lot need blunt or 2
At a time whole pounds I be runnin' through
Yea, I
you acquire those Alaia's
When I met you I heard Jesus, bells, strings, and the choir
I got lines that's better than niggas' albums, plural
The king
Pa-hoo-hoo-hoo
Live from the graveyard
I don't wanna be your man, bitch (fuck that)
You crazy
You heard that shit, nigga (I don't wanna be your
Never met no nigga talkin' to you when he fuck you like that
I always wonder if she loyal (I always wonder)
I hope we on the same accord (Woo)
Let me
hope you doin' alright
Who got 'em platinum up? Who got the chicks in the truck?
Too much to sit comfortably, they lappin' up
Who shit is big pimpin'?
and my daughter gettin' chased by my son
The water gun is in his arms, that lil' nigga can run
He get it from his daddy side, you know, them Nigerians
and we are not sleep
Blood on your hands, blood on our streets
Oh, our tears in the night, another stolen life
'Cause color is all you see
Tell me, is
green stuff
Provided to you by sack man
Pacman how in the fuck do you think we gon' do that, man?
Ridin' round Old National on eighteens without no
hope y'all ready
My tank on full, you know, unleaded
I gotta go get it, I gotta go get it
I gotta go get it, I gotta go get it
My name gon' hold up,
influenced by the ghetto you ruined
That same dude you gave nothing, I made something doing
What I do through and through and
I give you the news, with
gon' stay in touch
Even out of range, nigga do your thang
You know where I'm at, just holla back
Where that cash at? Nigga flashback
Nigga sixteen?
rich I had clout, now a nigga's lonely
I put the pistol to my head, and say a prayer
I see visions of me dead, Lord are you there?
Then tell me am I
green stuff
Provided to you by sack man
Pacman how in the fuck do you think we gon' do that, man?
Ridin' round Old National on eighteens without no
What up loc on the block nigga swervin' the lac Big Chan
corner low with cognac
[Tray-D]
Credibility we finna keep a props to pop
While you set hoppin'
belong
I hope nigga's don't end the party before we finish the song
(Bitch nigga)
You be the last to come and harrass, reflect on the past
When I used
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