Lyrics:
cuttin some
Me, I'm quick to nuttin some
I know you clowns trippin' out
Until you find out that it's yo bitch mouf I'm talkin bout
Real feel this shit
other shit
They like to talk behind your
Back, but in your face, they ride yo' dick
That's why I stay tight with my crew
So what you gon' do when we come
we had
Sike!, I'm lyin' cuz I got a new bitch and she's bad
Yeah I moved on and I'm real glad
Go put yo shoes on we got money to add
You ain't do nun
gon' hit yo' ass up. You know where we comin' from
Death Row BIOTCH hahaha Ay yo Kurupt
You first to blast nigga and you know how we do it
with the fake-ass handshakes
You can slide by me with the rest of them damn snakes
Flakin' like paper while I'm takin' my life serious
You talkin'
and
Every time I see her I just listen like yo gotti cuz
I just wanna show you love nothing else It's true
I just wanna show you love nothing else it's you
Green tops, boulders and bottles
Soldiers who follow leaders
You owed 'em dollars
Know that tommorrow you might not see it
Packs got knocked off by
chick, got me feelin' like Yo Gotti
Put my mouth on it, start suckin' the soul out it
Fuck a key, on private jets, tell nobody
Nobody, nobody, not you
hell gettin' sexed by Marilyn Manson
You lie, you deny, pass me the microphone
I guess like Eddie Murphy you was givin 'em a ride home
Yeah right, 25
lose
Toda mi gente
That's hit by the blues
Esta de moda
Por siempre
To do what you choose
So do what it do
Get right with yo
Mood
Who am I?
Who is
that shit by the pint
So don't bring shit for me
I spit it off the dome, I don't run 16s
I ain't fill that 30 clip, I only put sixteen
Bitch you go
Gotti motherfucking one of a kind
Stomp like Timberland and step shows
Techs and grimey Mac-90's
What the fuck
You thought I played like records
"Take me back, take me back, take me back." [Repeats]
[Ghostface Killah]
Yo, yo, yo, hey yo you brought me on Jerry just to take you back
After
the best I could
Sometimes I guess my best ain't good, enough
Cause when it's over, said shit done
You sittin' by yourself mixed up
But I tried, I tried
what you did
J-O-E I run this shit
Pootie and Joe that's the best of the west
Shoot you for the head, nigga wear yo vest
Tat on my chest, I rep that west
not satisfied
Lucas on the line, shut up hoe be quiet
Hoes wanna fuck Breadwinner Ron
Come on say you don't, hoe you know you lyin'
Pretty
Got-ti motherfucker
I holds the microphone like a grudge
In the 'llac laid back, so back the fuck up
This might give you a heart attack
It's real
the resume, you mustn't remind
The shit you do, your own guys say you're lyin'
Chillin' on 64th, don't smoke so I lean
Choppers and handguns, got dope for
Yeah best said by homeboy willie d
Triple cross to mexico
[willie d]
I don't fuck with you
[scarface]
That's some smooth hidin'
Lowdown dirty
since my youth
She might end up dyin' if she keep on lyin'
Cause bitch we can see you lien through that tooth
Jaylen on yo ass, It's his time just to run
the "dark", "five arch angel" with heart
Ain't "no love without hate", can you tell 'em apart?
It's "bloody choices" from prophetic voices
Anointed by
count, I know that she lyin'
Whatever she tell you, multiply it by three times
But I squeeze it and I leave it and I (squeeze it and I leave it and I)
I
used to maserati's.
She fuckin with my old school, she think I move like gotti,
she think I got it, she think I understand her hobbies.
I be lyin. Lyin
at a low percentage
I ain't put that boy on channel nine, them people lyin'
Got my pistol on me (pistol), you know what that's 'bout
I say shawty,
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