Lyrics:
like a big dog
But somehow, I'm still the same
I was raised up by Rob and Wayne
I'll keep this cash, you take the fame
Know they gon ask you how you do
Ey man, I'mma tell it like this, man
I don't give a fuck how
Much time you done did
How many niggas you done shot, you done rob
You still ain't
the other shit that's goin' in my brain
My brother got out of jail, I only know him by name
He did a nickel and a dime in time, probably be stayin' with my
come in to offer he don't even wanna rob ya
You done fucked up and started shit wit some real shit starter
You don fought with a chopper holla what it
drive em
Home theaters, can't Best Buy 'em
These niggas that I roll with
Don't let a single thing get by 'em
King pins and them drug lords
Chi-town,
bys chcíp, fakt nejsi Lil Peep
A nechápu že fakt tolik lidí miluje pozérství
(Otřesný) a mý texty jsou přesný
Trefný jak šipky zapíchaný v terčích
grams and rocks
If anything been scoring from me
It was ten a ki
I let my l'il round hustle
As long as they score for me
[Lac]
Look if I pull up
feat. Baby Beesh, DJ Kane, Low-G
Intro (DJ Kane):
Ooh, Feria
Oh, oh, oh, My Feria
Chorus (DJ Kane): repeat 2X
I'm in love with my feria
What I
Intro: Lil' Kim (Mr. Cheeks)]
Whoa! (Whoa!) Whoa! (Yeah)
Aiyyo Tim man this the jump off right here man! (Jump off!)
Whoa! (Whoa!) Whoa! (Whoa!)
lawn
It's the protege of 50, inspired by Biggie
Burns more than Ziggy, them lil' niggas dig me
I been stressed out lately, so I'm smokin more than
(T-Rob)
This is not lil baby, my name T
My first name Official,
But my imperfections what make me the best that I can be
Losses I've been taken,
bought her a computer
I might fuck a bitch with no ankles
But I still maneuver no mobile banking
I'ma fuck around and rob the Uber
I just saw my Uber
Now I
Fuck what you heard man them young niggas turn up
Bnb in da a with the hoes and my feet up
Try to rob me bet that lil boy get put up
Dissin' the gang
and fat?
Because by asking for salt you’re only proving that fact
You can’t hurt me sucka
Cuz every single lil thing hurts me sucka
Tough luck if you tryna
the corner
Rob your ass, get them duffle bags And full them up with dollars
Heard you on the gram acting up thinking you tough
Tell that lil boy he pussy, he
You say you got cash, I got this FN nigga imma rob ya
She gave me that good brain, I got clear vision
She a eye doctor, boy I do not play
C’mon try me,
mine
Big booty with some brown hair and some lipstick
Ouuu my shorty hella fine
Nigga rob from me he got shot up in his fucking leg
Now he walkin' just
Nigga we not playing he tried to rob and that's when them shots rang
I got up and got things bitch I remember I used to be boxed in
That nigga not
Yo wifey is a eater, I wouldn't pay to keep her, We gone rob yo ass let you think u getting a feature Bullets heat you up leave you running with
Intro: Bizzy
Yeah [laughs]
Bone Thug in this mutha whaa whaa whaa
Yeah Big Wish in this muthafucka what's up my nigga and
Lil Lay I love you nigga
[Intro: Phonte]
Hey baby look here, this new song I wrote it's got that nice groove
That everybody dancin' to
And when I play it it kind of remind
do I entertain y'all with my disrespect?
Respectfully (Great John on the beat, by the way)
Lil Nas X gon' catch AIDS and die like Eazy-E (he is)
INTRO:
While we still can
VERSE:
Let’s settle all our petty differences
Le this apply to every man
I’m hoping we pursue our happiness
While we
flash
He a pussy ass boy rob that nigga no mask
Trap trap run up the stash
Call any nigga I bet he wont last
This backwood filled wit like 4 different
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