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You must sell money
Ain’t no money in ya bank boy
I don’t give a fuck about a pussy nigga rank boy
Tommy’s a tanker
Them Niggas janky
This
so demeaning
The two disenchanted are better than imagined
They're living by their own rules and no one better confuse it
Mike and tommy live they
cause iss nothing to me
Shidd I ain't tripping cause you know them killers coming with me
I'm probably posted in the back kuz ain't no fronting with me
Whenever they see a young boss, they run (They run)
Hunt a nigga down, with my tommy gun
I don't show no love, I don't have no fun, I can do this by myself,
face with a Mach razor
Then walk away from her cause
I'm a heart breaker
This ain't an arcade or a game at all
Crossing me on an off day is like
Tossing
fun
Ain't no trick for no pussy
But i ain't sayin that i won't
Ain't no killa but don't push me
Cause i ain't sayin that i won't
Pitted all night in
if I'm leaving, I'll be leaving with something.
Hit the road, got me sleeping in Budget.
I'm like Harriet Tubman I'm busting.
Ain't no turning back
And I ain't never had to deal
With plumbing in my life, now that's a bar
Sparring with me like blasphemy to cathedral
Or colliding with the diesel with
like monopoly
I run this game like monopoly
I run this game like monopoly
M-O-NO-P-O-L yeah Y
Tommy fix you attitude
Excuse me why?
Tommy ain't shy but
the bad bitches ain't no freaks
And the good girls ain't no fun
But I got me a good girl and I thinks that she the one
We fucking and sucking and kissing
like I’m Davido
Yeah I’m talking Davido
You no fit check am man you know
Why all these guys wan dey check am
If him near me I go deck am
You think say
her Candy
Then she starts to ask about Aaliyah and Brandy
Tellin' me how she met Puff down at the Grammy's
He ain't tell you I was the one with no
her Candy
Then she starts to ask about Aaliyah and Brandy
Tellin' me how she met Puff down at the Grammy's
He ain't tell you I was the one with no
verses 9
Through 10 11 I ain't learn the lesson yet so I'm
I'm still up in here
I'm hanging by a thread
Mary Jane gotta hold devil wants me dead
I'm still
friends and his dad hate me (yeah)
I broke his lil' heart, he a crybaby (wah-wah-wah)
If I ain't let him hit the pussy by now
Then that nigga lame if he
Champagne by the fire
Dont call me a liar
Why you playin games wit me
What you want from me
What you want from me
Want from me
Yeaaaa
Roll one
You
on these
Snoozy niggas
Make em recognize the drip
Quick with the bars on these Lame ass rappers
Tell your favorite ones to quit
I ain't got no time to sit
One Two One Two
One Two
One Two One Two
One Two
Check me out
Everybody check me out
As Salaam Alaikum no salami no bacon
Ham and cheese nigga
every room of the house
Yeah, they were 16 by 32 by 3/8" gypsum panels
And they were nailed to the 2x4's with 16" centers, say what
Let me tell you
friend of friends ain't got no shame
I'm a student of the game
Complacent motherfuckers dwell on will I be the same
Cristal by the bottle as if Jigga was
wanna lick me
Buy me rose and a Ap
wrap that shit up in some money (wrap dat shit)
I like rich gifts give me Gucci hell naw nigga you ain't gettin no
gotta fap
Cause ain't no one love me
So I get on my phone
And watch sis loves me
Dot com
when i only wanted mommy
Now im riding by myself, man me and my bro tommy
Been about that action since i got up out the Army
Playing no games pull
It's on now
Feel threatened by this
T-Squad
T.S.
Takin shit
[ VERSE 1: Armageaddon ]
We 12-cylinder-pushin drug dealer-killers, we feelin this
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