Lyrics:
girl crazy she fuck without sheets
Ice on my fingers ima turn up the heat
Lights off its horror night now it creepy
Three albums worth my evil cuisine
[Too $hort]
Album number 12
Short Dogg still in the house
I ain't going back into retirement
Life is
Anything is possible try hard
It ain't
the thorough?
BK forever representin' my borough
Push fly whips, quick to stack my chips
Too easy for you to understand my hits
When the album drops every
what you see in the streets
Despite what you influenced by, the life of crime has many downs
A little bit of ups, and everything you do got
account done ate a moose, uH
WHy the car ain't got a roof, uH
Crib still ain't got a boost, uH
Black Hippy witH tHe caps lock, wHen my album came
Best
Beats being me
Rich by 24 now bests being me
Nigga I was just broke now
"When my Album drop bitches gone by it for the picture
And niggas gone buy it
to the jaw
I know ya just bustas perpetrating like ya raw
Mash it, Trash it, search couldn't pass it
The trick's last album didn't even go plastic
Some
you stuck in a three
So you know your floss game ain't nuttin to me
When the sun hits the cross, yo it's something to see
are-be , Kid Capri niggas
Real love don't have an image
Not magic witness by havin’
Bitches or grabbin' riches
If it's about your own self-validation
You’re bound to fail
So all hail or get tossed towards Hell, whatever y'all feel
Briusin' niggas, confusin' niggas like Chip Fu from the Fu-Schnickens
Hit you with
a album don't you call this one a tape
RIP Sad Frosty copped a crib up by the lake
This hit gon last forever bump in 2028
Aye I done came too far just to go
Hop back on the scene
Hold up, let me talk my shit
'Cause man, I got to let y'all know
Exactly who you fuckin' with
Kept the real shit for my album
I’m real right
You ain’t gotta worry at all
I wanna buy you shit that ain’t hit the us stores
I wanna rap/sing for you
While Santana playing guitar
I
Everywhere Santana go
In the air or on the road
I always got my pre rolls
Rolling doobies by the boat load
But if you see me in the cut, rolling doobies say
since he stand by him
That boy's a bum, and I'm not being biased
Cuz he hit my line after getting dissed apologizing
OCK laughing behind me like he can't
handle it right
Like Iverson, the smallest thing on the team
But the livest one
Cocked loaded bust like a gun
Y'all better run, one, one!
(hook by big
asking questions lil bitch this not an interview
Told my plug hit me for the rendezvous
Throwing up the gang like a nigga got the stomach flu
Never been
in my mouth but she call me daddy, yeah
Yeah, she love me like i'm Sosa but I hit like Sammy, yeah
Yeah, i'm in all them holes, she come with me,
and see it I be owning the crowd
And I'm confused by the mindset of thinking average
Ain't done nothing but conversating as if you have it
Be in nest hit my
slip
Turn her blue like Cortana bitch when I hit
RIP to Santana gotta take them risks
Switch up like Hannah Montana when you see my clique
On a rampage
a blunt or two
Taking hits to the head like a sonic boom
I'm a man in tune with my panic room
You a man in bloom in a trannys womb
'Cause I does this shit
I
dipset bitch
You kno what that means?
You amongst the diplomat community
This my man Hellrell, he locked up he bout to come home
Hit em Rell
twisted cant bro you Niggas
I done seen the bullshit in all you niggas
And im tired shit to be honest
I been down talked by my own father
So opinions n shit
Lost in the moment
So many words go unspoken
Hips moving like hurricane
I’m mesmerized by the motion
Your love hit me like a tidal wave
Vibes
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