Lyrics:
First, I had you niggas get buck, get wild
Then I want you niggas to move the fuckin' crowd
Three 6 in this bitch knock a nigga down
My nigga
First, I had you niggas get buck, get wild
Then I want you niggas to move the fuckin' crowd
Three 6 in this bitch knock a nigga down
My nigga
Yeah
Til' I got no more
booking
My down
Two hard girls
On my own
Yeah
Two hard girls
On my own
Yeah
Two hard girls
On my own
My own
On that
Three hard
my wrist, they tryna get it
They want their own indoor pool, they tryna swim in it
But they won't live in it
Hemp papers on my finger and it's still
to escape Shaine got knocked down by her father’s car she got badly injured, she was taken to the hospital, while she was at the hospital she felt
Shutup yo, yo, yo, yo
My life's not right [check one]
My life's not right [check two]
My life's not right [check three]
Are you ready?
(You
know its wrong
And lonesome comes up as down goes the day
And tomorrow's mornin' seems so far away
And you feel the reins from your pony are slippin'
[Shoota Ringz]
I'll give you the world, nothing more to say
I'm good at breaking doors down, nothing in my way
You want it? then it's yours now, I've
crazy
Addictions no joke, they drive people crazy
Shawty she bad she work on her own
Atlanta baby she work on that pole
People be ready to judge how we
you ever had to dig your own grave?
Live your life with no name? Backwood full of romaine
Okay '96 Benz with the cocaine paint, hoe
High until my
Check, live from the 7-1-8
Either respect the flow or learn your lesson from your weight
I'm wishin arthritis on all writers who, Knock My Hustle
How
doo)
No rest for cross-tops in my mind
But it makes no difference 'cause it
Knocks you off your feet
(Doo doo doo, doo doo doo doo)
On my own, here we go
wine and X-Rays
White pills for pain and faces change in days
I saw you from above, upside down
There in the corner, of our hotel room
The door was
at the store
Live like i’m living my last
My mood really change when i’m counting the cash
Remember who there when you down on yo ass
Stay down till you blow
feeling
When I take it in the rump from a nice little hump
I feel the bumps as it goes inside, but that's not about my anal sex life
It's about my
Heroin
kid, I'm goin' all out
Life's a bitch, fuck it, got a gun, bust it
The gameplay, gotta play by the rules of your own cannot be trusted
Don't try
the weekend
The truth I give, it seeps in
Live on my edge, not the deep end
Abundant on my free band
Do good by me, then we can
Business is right, then I'm
might get fooled if you come from out of town
But I'm down by law, and I know my way around
Down in the Village, you might think I'm silly
But you
Why it always gotta come to this
Just want to do music and to live my life
Every time I turn around, you try to bring me down
Feel like I'm losing my
QUIET!) so I go watch some TV
Just as I was about to switch the channel I hear someone knock
The door busts in, they rush in and my mom got taken by
them others where I come from, the letter A
When I came through already knew that it was on
The misrepresentation of my home
We're never Zone 3, we're
Come chill with me sitting down by the sea
All we need is that beat and that good melody
When life is a bore come and walk through that door
Lay back
boys never on the grind
Like I born rich fuck the poor
Life aint fair my belt from dior
But you slip out at the front door
If i make it through i'm
a show the world my struggle
My pain, my hunger, my hustle
You can put it on my life
Cause I do it for my niggas
For the love of my bitches
If
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