Lyrics:
Forte, yo watch your lady
Yo watch your lady, special, I'll rhyme Dirtycash
Yo if you got more than
Dollar in your pocket right now put your hands up
Yo
that she bad, jean full of ass
Want what she got, want what she have
I see you being bad, baby
I'm all in the cut, pouring it up
Rollin' it up
girls don't cry, they don't even gag.
...huh....straight to the point,
hadda nigga wanna score like I was shootin points
You know what they say about
Benjamin
I used to give a fuck about
My luck when I was innocent
Now what the fuck is up? I'm
At your neck like a Pendleton
Nigga, I need that, bitch, I need
like I need favors
Don't play it by the book
occupation smokin' papers
When I pull up they look
Cool with the cops and neighbors
I got these niggas
I'm from the East Coast)
And that's for damn sure
And I just got a call from my man 'Pac
And we was talkin' about how
We like to toss up
How we like our
petals on the ground
Yesterday she picked me up just
To throw me down those petals, petals
Tell me what will it be today?
Will she walk into my arms
of your kids
Tryna' talk himself out of it
But he don't wanna hear
What a mess, look at what you niggas did
Dig a hole, bury yourself
By a jump off
Get up in the starting blocks to run the race
Gotta get it when the starter's cocked - run to place
First spot light it up - gunning from the lace
Po-po's guessin if the stolen car gonna do a drive-by
Wet em up from his shoulders, leave him bye-bye
Now mama cry-cry, but it ain't my time to either
Po-po's guessin if the stolen car gonna do a drive-by
Wet em up from his shoulders, leave him bye-bye
Now mama cry-cry, but it ain't my time to either
Shark tanks and views millionaire cruise buying cars in twos
"Never lose" my motto since birth
Double up knots and crack spots
Snitches lead out by
at the party, hands up in the air but still she sexy when she shake her body
That type of chick that says "hey girl, let's go to the after party"
After that we
I can't seem to shake these drugs
I been on it tell me how you want it, yeah
Kill 'em proper, creep up on him
Ridin' through them slums by my lonely
fuckin' up a good time by snappin' your necks, come on
I just want to celebrate
Like my baby's first steps you heard
I just want to celebrate
Like my first
etc
Up, up and away, yeah
Woo-ooo
Hey music lover
L-O-V-E-R across the nation
What a G-double-O-D vibration
Hey music lover, yeah, yeah
up Na him loose
Who give up Na him loose
Who give up
Who give up Na him loose
Steady grinding I no they play
What no belongs too me
I no they take
I
and pray. If it’s my last meal I’ll say grace. I swear to god I’ll do whatever it takes for me to rise up and break out of these chains.
Outro:
What makes
Taproot Shit
A damn carrot
What's up doc
Looks like cock
They call me carrot daddy and I don't mean to brag
But you would too flexing this veggie I
back till there's a shootin' star passin by
Even then we looking up into the sky
Never giving up till the world thinks that I'm that guy
That wanna
through
But I still wanna hold you you still who I’m close to
You can’t find another that’s gone show you
What I showed you
Indecisive love girl we break up
back
Think of who you could have been with a look like that
Hand down index up
Nothing can cover the fact that you're mixed up
I've listened to what
use , I'm just warming up
Triple dose what's he talking bout the formula
I am not from this dimension, I tried warning ya
I'm still limping, I wake up
the night
And I'm too blinded by that ass to even put up a fight
Her body got me too distracted to go rebook my flight
Turn off the lights damn
Now we in
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