Lyrics:
Afghanistan, Egypt, Libya?
The irony is we have no business in Syria
But kids are getting killed for all the business in Syria
And then they try and tell you
Switchin' positions 'til she pass out
She fell asleep with her ass out
It all started at a party, she was dancin' seductive
Then Snoop came on, we got
fuckers always trippin, they need their money shit
We made love, rigor mortis set and my dick got stuck
But we didn't give a fuck
Hold me forever tight
always exotic, No Reggie Bush
If you want it, I got it just Text me an Addy
Give me ten minutes to get it all ready
I'ma swing by, catch a play on the fly
her I can't relax, ma, we got too many bills
They coming every month on the first, so I can't chill
Plus I been all around the world, and I done seen
Ouu whoa
Ouu whoa
Only vibes
And we don't answer to nobody
Take your time
But you better show up to the party
Ease your mind
One sip and the henny got
What the hella are we
We just some mfkn victims
Stay low key
Nah we aint never be trippin
No games homie got that fire when We spittin
Never stay
I love you, you love me, we're a happy (Gunshots)
Shut tha fuck up!
Oh, it's a murda party, and ima kill Barney
Crack his fuckin' skull wit a bottle
ain't nobody safe
Even if you sprint to the finish
Niggas was never meant to race
Put them on the pole
Totem was the roll
Watch all the little niggas
[Chorus]
We ain't got no time, in the city of gold
Trying to get me some sunshine
An avoid the patrol
Ah yea
I'm fed up
All I want is
gettin' a little blurry
Know that you gotta worry when a nigga tell you
Hey, man, don't worry
I got stabbed in the back by the people I love
How I know you
said you got to question why or how you're gonna to get by
All you gotta do is try
You'll be surrounded by cooperative components, limitless supplies
a promise that I'd never change
Only difference that I want to see is commas in the bank
Yeah, I got a little bit of fame, but I'm still the same
Coulda' had
boom to the moonlight
And all we ever really wanted was a little bit of something in the stomach and a bundle For the fire
Came in the game with a name
heart a couple of times shell come back in a month
Tell the hoe we got a new bitch and we gon cash out by the way
All the hoes dont gotta pay
Pop a Epill
bandanna
And I still got my jewels like my name is Santana
Look li'l' homie y'all really don't know me
Lookin' for the squad but see I'm by my lonely
a man
You niggas live like cowards And I'm all the way plugged
Nigga I got the power These niggas from Duhtroyt
Yeah, we keep shit hot And it's never
caught in the mix
Got that fresh gear on like we caught in the flicks
Grab sweeties by the waistline, rubbing our shit
Come on tell me that you like my
on a stage and killed a 10 minute set
Yeah the crowd was fuckin' lovin' it
I'll never forget
2 weeks later pass me by til I was hit with a text
Yeah a label
yourself killed that way
Victorious-ous-ous-ous
And put him in cuffs, fucked him up, up, up, up
And wake up, wake up, wake up
By the caffeine and green
not even their best date
Murder all these rappers, got them checking the death rate
Stepping to the king, but they each never checkmate
Oh, you forgot
Slappin' bones, ton of niggas perkin'
Recitin' lyrics from my songs
Ain't nobody hurtin' we all workin'
Tryin' to have loot, in the studio
With hangovers
seconds
The pastors taking all the money, can't even trust the reverend
Sit back, we gotta talk about it, let me know
Kick back, this ain't a party, fuck
Ayi, Lil Rock, Yeah
Alexx
Lil Stone finna cook this beat
Sheesh Hardik
Lilac Fashion
I'm pullin up in a coupe
Light that gas on
We smoking all
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