Lyrics:
ain't up niggaaa
[Verse 1 - Lil' Flip]
The 4-5 on my lap when I'm in the trap hood
Blueberry by the pound, now where did you get that? (smoked it)
I
wanna be a girl's best friend)
Ooh, boy, who you lookin' at like that? (Mh)
When I walk by, tell me, what do you see? (Yeah)
You see a young LL Cool
Aye, what you on four
Hah, hmm
Fuck they on? Lil Top
We put guns to the face, who gon' die today
See you got them youngin's pistol sparkin'
trend
Bout to start me a lil, me a lil (Trend)
Lay low, pack the whip like a winnebago
On call when it's time to get paid so
Who the fuck am I to miss out
man who handle business, racist gon' hate me
Intimated the ones who got low self esteem
Fuck you eat shit and die, sorry that's the way seem
Yeah I'm mr
me get back to it
Hold lot of loud and a lil bag would, whole lotta money big tip by wood
I put it on a train little engine could BITCH!!!
Girl
at, lil momma needs that
I need a nigga who gonna lick on the clit
Who gonna pay all my bills
Who gonna trick on the rent
[Deuce Poppito]
Well damn lil
got a whole lot more weight to gain
And call me by my new name
(What is that?) featuring Lil Wayne
[Chorus]
(My nigga, featuring Lil Wayne,
move your key by the crawler
I'm the one sippin' weight couch the balla
You'll niggas is hustlin' backwards
Come see me withcha all
They don't wanna
callin Will my real niggaz ride for me? Believe they will
If I get killed Bring me back to buffalo and let me be nigga cuz
[Chorus - Lil Shade]
Who talkin
(I, I, I, don't want you to see me cry)
Yea rest In Peace Lil Naughty
Fuck you bitches, Coppers yea, You laughing
Now is the time to stop
(I, I, I
I want my money like Mr. Ren
I Pull up in a new black Benz
You niggas wanna live how I live
These women love when I'm Mr. Ren
All my bitches issa
[Pimp C]
Hold up (Hold Up), we jammin'
I can't let nobody hold me down-these ho's could never hold me (never hold me)
Cause I'm comin' down,
These fuck niggas keep calling me, had to change my phone
Had to slam my door, hey had to slam my door
Mr. Yellow and white gold, I'mma keep bagging
about you tell me what I've done
Go ahead, Mr. Kringle
Well, we found uh
We found a Santa
A mall Santa
With eight stab wounds in his back
Uh-huh
In
hate to see you when you balanced
Ain't wanna rap no more but I'll be damned if I waste this talent
Chasing my dreams why these lil niggas be heavy
I'm sorry)
Oh Mr. or Mrs. Spider (No, I'm really sorry)
I'm sorry if I fucked your web up, royally
It wasn't something I could see (Please forgive me
I’m sorry)
Oh Mr. or Mrs. Spider (No, I’m really sorry)
I'm sorry if I messed your web up, royally
It wasn't something I could see (Please forgive me
yeah, hey
Ay, yeah
Ay, yeah
[JD]
Said all I wanna do is make ya dance wit' me
Make you dance wit' me
See all I wanna do is make ya dance wit' me
niggas
And one-time had enough of me
I'm still raw so the law can't fuck with me
They wanna send me to the pen', punk
Picture that i stay strapped
[Chorus:]
So whatever you tryna do lil niggas I already done
And since you wanna live by it lil nigga then die by the gun
See whatever you tryna do lil
gin
A competition of one’s ambition
Let’s see who can bring the racks in
We French kiss
(How did it taste?)
With Mr. Benjamine’s kids
Stay up til five
as African as KRS is, who wanna test this?
Fuck y'all you don't impress me and no one can test me
An emcee so ill, I got AIDS scared to catch me
All that shit
Let's skip the talk, and play with danger
Seems you wanna play with this tiger
Popped a pill, but I bet you take me higher
I want a man who can crack
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