Lyrics:
all Fendi
Bought your homeboy a brand new Bentley
And the well that wouldn't run dry is now empty
It's simply, cause you wasn't focused on the next
and commission
I got it all figured out like Columbo
I'll drop you like Dumbo
Your album is weak, and so is your video
Or should I say wackeo
Your girl
glock fully, hot pellets
Have me running through the hall
It's on, like you being chased by the relic
Can't nothing harm me, yo, I move through any
ain't stoppin me dawg
Only time you left ya hood is on Monopoly boards
You grimey as birds shittin on the top of ya fords
You will, die by the gun
gotta go to the county buildin', man
These kids ready to eat! I'm ready to eat, shit
I gotta get them food stamps, come on now
You on you way or what?
Folgers
Wake up sober, kill you for a cold one
Snotty nosed rascals, big ratchet toters
Give it up slowly, click, clack, it's over
Something like Velcro,
God can do anything
I miss the old version of you
I miss the old version of you
It's the fourth of July and you snapped me
I'm Sitting around with my
Ren is not nice and
Your ass is better off just rollin' a dice and
Findin' you a number for luck
Cuz you all need it when you see I don't give a fuck
all I'm tryin to say is, don't do it
[ VERSE 3 ]
You see, the blocks are crowded with penny-anny hookers
Fresh clean cars and real hard lookers
But
Don't stop (uh don't stop yo)
Tonight (cheeba cheeba yo, soul shock yo)
(Give it everything you got yo)
(Once again it's time, it's time)
It's time
still depressed, and I ask, "What's it worth?"
Ready to give up so I seek the Old Earth
Who explained working hard may help you maintain
To learn
by the police
Still getting pulled over and asked by the police
'Bama wasn't made for a nigga to win
See the color of your skin get you put in
the car and just ride for hours
The sip I drop you on a BDP-produced track
And it's a fact that I can
Swing I'm not a new jack
Holy Bandit! Leave yo' ass
A 12 gauge Mossberg kid
Two shots and you can wet like half a block
This shit here gets my dick hard
It's a Calico, it holds a hundred shots
If you can't
Tell a friend, it's that symbol again, that W
Coming through, bust a shot on your block, give me a suu
Get it right, all my chicks hold ya tits,
Don't stop (uh don't stop yo)
Tonight (cheeba cheeba yo, soul shock yo)
(Give it everything you got yo)
(Once again it's time, it's time)
It's
be
(So what you sayin'?) It's like the game ain't the same
Got younger niggas pullin' the triggers, bringin' fame to their name
And claim some
Once I get it goin', you know it don't stop
I break like anti-locks, panties drop
From hood to hood, block to block
Help, I need somebody
To get it
Daddy's long gone and he left you by ya lonesome
Thank the Lord for my kids, even if nobody else want 'em (left you all by yourself)
'Cause I think we can
Shit outta luck, fucked and stuck with that rough shit
Fuck a pop song, fuck a video, fuck Arsenio, fuck the radio
Do you hear me though?
Give a holla
touching her teath
Grab her hair give it a squeeze
Her mouth is double jointed Deep
Throat while eating cheese
She my life video girl
Time freeze
When shes
cuz Ren is not nice and
Your ass is better off just rollin' a dice and
Findin' you a number for luck
Cuz you all need it when you see I don't give
to Queens, let's get it
Uh-huh
I always got a trick up my sleeve
I might give you a new trick every week
'Til this album drop, I don't know
I figured
Yo, yeah, bitch
Ayo, motherfucker
Ayo, swallow it
Ayo, we gassed off this bloody version of "Glaciers"
Slang shot threw a gem in his mouth,
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