Lyrics:
Push it along
MALINFO
Put it in song
Due to that
Xan I'm on strong
I got that smoke
& its scaral
All of my
Partna's
They stay close
If you get
That shit
nigha you know what i'll do if thats yo partna you'll die with him too
If Ian out im probably in the stu know Ian scared to make the first move
Up
Aye I can Getcho partna wacked
Naw don't run up gone get pushed back
Aye nigga cappin on my top go grab the Glock knock off his hat
Yo music wack,
Main closest to me wanna see me fall
I just pulled up in a cat but I'm a dog
Why you get your partna sentenced you was wrong
Should of never ever got
ruger hit!
(Yeah! yeah!)
They ain't want no smoke, stendo' hookah-stick
(Bitch Just)
Let my partna' hit, let my partna' hit
(Whoa, fuck)
Let my family,
And if that nigga claim he yo partna is he a do or dier
Alot of years im vetted in this I swear I can't expire
Shorty said can we work this out I said well
ruger hit!
(Yeah! yeah!)
They ain't want no smoke, stendo' hookah-stick
(Bitch Just)
Let my partna' hit, let my partna' hit
(Whoa, fuck)
Let my family,
its commissary if it's necessary
you go against law if you fold on your partna's
Lavish living got me feeling extravagant
This ain't that average
it, get it shawty, what's up, now get 'em off
As we take you off and break you off one mo' gen
That's how we do it when we do it partna, in the wind
on the radio
That sound like mine? Uh huh, uh huh, now
To have a partna as well as my friend
Well I have two partnas as well as my friend
And one goes by
how it go, fa sho
Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, fo'
I'ma come down, it's your partna Z-Ro
Never been a hoe, never been a broad
Every night
31, 1999
There's no more time for fake partnas, there's only time for my grind
All of my friendships came about, because of the verses I say
That
on a shirt put his dog in the dirt
Now you want smoke cause yo feelings is hurt
Go get yo get back and get off yo phone
That's why yo partna was dyin alone
I
with the tool up in traffic n****
He'ain really yo partna n****
How you gone rob with em
Got in the car with em
He thought he was finna pop you but I
It really going like that ima have to take one for my partna
I love the way she moving she say she get it from her momma
Try staying out the way
Expedition spun my tuition
Got them got them partnas cooking crack crack in the kitchen
Drank up drank up in my cup man man hold up
It's the it's the Big Tyke
block and start dropping
your partnas
We young and we lit and we ready
Tell the police, good job if they catch me
I be with them spinners
If you want
Bitch, I high as hell
I probably popped a molly in my dreams 2024, I'm probably doin' a show
In the fuckin' A I was with my muddy partna
Tryna find out
in the stu, cooped up
Yeah, I'm not even commin out yet
And my partna on a monday yea he bout dead
I ain tryn talk about it if it's bout lead
And it's
play with fire before I play with PreZ
My homie’s partna say he got a partna he already know he a snake, he jus keep him as a pet
I know some n****s that
Talking to myself help me relax
Talking to my partna mama
Looking in her eyes her heart shattered
She want get back I want get back
Like grab the straps
a deal
Partna use to try stunt in front of my bitch
I'll really draw for real
In my draws I got the steel
Lord knows I'd hate to go left on my partna
Obama
This is not Essentials, bitch, we call it Fear of God
And my belt match the fit Ferragama
or Ferragamo, shit, I don't know
I got partna's rockin'
on my side
He on my side
Yeah yeah
Jesus sent me a partna' for this ride
Yeah yeah
So I'ma put it
I'ma put it on the line
Line
He wants me up in Heaven
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