Lyrics:
got started with this s*** yet
Thug style baby, hands on my pistol, listen I'm a rida'
Every n**** breathin' pay attention
Bout to show you
with you man
You call me beggin me crying all on the phone
Talkin bout you wanna borrow some money
And dis the thanks I get?
(Mayne...
Imma pay you yo
Yo young Gotti
Pick up the shotty
We gunna be tardy
No party just war
The wars at the door
Its Babylons whore
People must rise
See through the lies
tell 'em, manifest this
Not righteous, but might just, make you wanna listen
Yo I'm Elvis with the words of wisdom
This time there was three
One,
not be the biggest draggers
IG models we fck the baddest
Shaggin in cabo cause life's great
Fck me ah bitch up at Georgia state
I ran it up wit my
you touch you gon get it
Got the ice on me you touch you pay
Got the Lyon on sight you kno you dead
Huh
Okay
Blessant
Ayyyye
On me connnais partout
perfect (numb numb numb)
Numb as f*ck won't find a soul but you can keep on searching (I'm so numb numb numb)
What you did to me will never be forgotten yea
DcT SH*T
They ask for pictures in the mall so you know he lit
It take a real n*gga to admit he got his heart broke by a B*TCH
I dont give a f*ck now cuz
tell 'em, manifest this
Not righteous, but might just, make you wanna listen
Yo I'm Elvis with the words of wisdom
This time there was three
One,
french-braided right by my feet
Now on a accident pussy sells,
you see how heavy traffic gets pussy sells
Nigga you lookin foe yo ho main pussy sells
But you
beers
People confused, is he an emcee? Does he do spoken word?
Does he sing? How is he everywhere I look? Shit's absurd
Shutup cupcake, let me take you
Somebody gon red cross
Bullets take yo head off
Cuz we strapped better lay it off
Laying in the dirt, you'll be better off
Laying in the dirt,
How the f*ck I step on yo toes
You got yo sh*t snatch tell me that
He can't get his sh*t back
You grown a** man cryin actin like a little b*tch
You're nigga testify and you still with 'em, that make you a rat
I poured a six of the Keisha, that's gon' bring me back (I poured a six)
I just pulled
(Trapaholics, bitch)
We workin'
Uh-huh
Let's go Nicki
Uh-huh, yo (like you ain't know)
Ayo, I was on the plane with Dwayne
You can call me Whitley I go
Probably not gone hear timm burden on the radio
Do it by my lonely fuck I need a label for
I don't give a fuck about that fuck you pay me hoe
That's the way
Oh yes Oh yes
Please do no test the best
Cuz I finesse
When I bless you the lyrics
F*ck b*tches
But then f*ck b*tches
I’m way too polished to fake
Tell the truth, whole truth, no undercover freak, I'm guilty
Check please, pay the cost
To be the boss, just bill me
I can tell by the way you've been
This nigga to give it all to me with the cut
Get the door
Yo whats up? What you need?
Hmm? Yeah
I'm out
Hop in the '6-3 Chevy, countin
Oh, you did it to me once again my friend
I swear you do it to me everytime
Cause you stay crazy on my mind
Yo you got it goin on (say word),
Wake up, wake up, wake up
One, two, one, two
We dedicate this one to the hip-hop culture y'all
Brought to you by the world famous Wake Up Show
Say the truth, whole truth, no undercover freak, I'm guilty
Check please, pay the cost
To be the boss, just bill me
I can tell by the way you've been
Say the truth, whole truth, no undercover freak, I'm guilty
Check please, pay the cost
To be the boss, just bill me
I can tell by the way you've been
and one common cause, that's the shit Son
Play them crows out position
You might hear me but you don't listen
Competition come and get some
Red marker
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