Lyrics:
With the electric soul shock, body rock and rolling
Take a David T walk to that corner liquor store
And mama wants a new pack of George Benson
every morning
So I sing a lullaby
Sit yo ass down
Let me sing you lullaby
After praying to the lord
Imma send you to the by and by
Memories to the lord
I'm riding round town in my drop top coupe bitch
My girl by my side she lookin so lit
Thouht you my ride or die.that we gon ride or die
You let me
this is my family, my family
Cause you're too young, mama, and daddy, when ya
Lay down and (have some eggs) and I remember y'all breakin' up
Doin'it
it's going down
Catch another flight we headed outta town
We smoking on the gas roll It by the pound
Shawty I'ma run It up without a doubt
Baby know
almost there and they won't have to let me in
I swear on my mama all I wanna do is ball
I'm knockin' doors down treadin' bloody thru these halls
They won't
want something new
You want someone that gone hold you down, down
And I don't blame you
You don't even love yourself
That's the issue, drop the tissues
the bills for the crib, man, fuck the police field
I got names on bullets in the clip, the world ran by the rich
We drop the genes, that's it
Feel my aura
I had to trap to get it up, I was down I was stuck
Mama didn't want me to leave the house wrinkled
I still keep that iron tucked
Mask on my face
a pussy up no condom.
Hustle state of mind I'm on my grind but niggas hope I fumble. Posted by myself on you monkeys, George of the Jungle.
I be on my grind
my shoes scuff up my Jordans
Peso fetta guap money I'm hoardin'
Bottom grill nigga I ain't talkin' George Foreman
Sometimes I feel I gotta run it by
duke it out like men
I beat you down with every word that flows out my pen
And I was the Green Hornet Bilal'd be Kato
Right by my side kickin up dust
have niggas in beef
Dat slick talk followed by some stick talk then sleep
Pissed off, I done took my fifth loss this week
Big dog, I can scratch that
down to yo girlfriend
She ready to ride like a tat show
Scoop her up like Basket Roberts then get
Her weded in a drive by
I don’t sleep with her
She
Life handed me lemons
I jump back in the public eye and squirted lemon juice in it
By now you just wish I'd fucking die but I electrify
Get
over
I’ll show you how you work your hips
Get up
I wanna see you bust a split
I want it and I gotta get it fast
Mama I been on your ass like a wedgie
I'm 'bout to go fin'erfold
Two knock two times, it's a brick at the door (two time)
Somebody blowin' up lil' mama phone (brrt)
Lil' nigga just come
on drop, give a fuck if with your mama
When it's on, it's on, pop you like a bottle of Patrón
Then lay back with a bitch, nigga this is westside Jay 3-0
faces, popping cham by the cases
Hustling states to states switching your location
I applaud you all, you deserve an ovation
But hit the blunt for those
quickly
Ex girl strippin'
I can't stop her
New girl trippin' but I can't drop her
'Cause I need somethin' to balance out the fact
That it's hard
Slim
That's all I'm going to say
Yo this that
Drop the top in the summer on a sunny day
And let the wind breeze blow my problems away
That early
a letter to it
Or from it
I’m presidential, George and Clinton, and my dogs atomic
I took an L but never mind it dawg we can’t rewind it
My people born
attached
Drop me an addi
And show me the way
To go get to the bag
Let's take it to rap
See I got the heat
Like I'm holding a strap
See I'm bout my cheese
But
right hit em twice
Slidin' in the cut no butter knife yuh
Wrist AP I'm flooded ice tray
No Migo fuck Joe Budden right hey
Mama I bought you a home
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