Lyrics:
And watch me head straight to the bag nigga
My bag use to be empty hoe
I use to window shop looking crazy
Wishing I can by that, hoe
Now I can buy anything
finch
And everything grinch
The bag on grip, mean the bag they with
And your girl watch the kid
Got us on binge (Flicks/Flix)
Wanna make a film
With me
Call my boy Poppa see to put a slug in your vest
Check, I walk around the street with the black tec nine
By the waistline, kickin' the hype shit
So turn
on ya head don't you dare to try it
I laugh at a bitch nah I ain't no dummy
Don't ask questions on why the shit funny
I move to the hills and a place
burns
Let me at 'em, I cramp your style like a spasm
Track em through the mud then I bag em
We're screaming hardcore, hip-hop drips out my balls
And I be
Or go to church and pray for my will
Preach by the dawn
I was dead before the dawn
I was mourning from the drugs that you had
Give a damn while the hoes
your son," girl, don't trip about it
Walk up in with apple sauce and broccoli
Little Bobby, better eat your greens, boy, don't give me lip about it
on camera
They seek death, I begin to torture them (calm down kid take your time)
By giving butterfly stitches, bear witness
As I hang with Jehovah's
shake it like a tamborine
Get your money from a honey
Then you bounce like a man be on a trampoline
Chicken heads wanna get next to me
Molestin' me,
[Baby]
Baller Blockin'
Nigga I don't give a fuck
When it's on, it's on
We got Baby, Lac and Stone
In this bitch
I'm a neighborhood superstar
Woah, woah, yo
Woah, woah, woah
I got a lot on my head
Gucci rag tied on my head
Put a red dot on your head
I put that guap on your head
it's that easy
I love women, cause without women
Wouldn't none of us niggas be breathin'
So let's
(Pray) bow your head
(Pray) bow your head
(Pray) bow
grab your nuts, duke
Cause that's the only way these niggas living in the 9-deuce
More murder by killing and slaying some shit
You fake on the two,
Princess Superstar's year to make a million
Women and men scream and cry through the millennium
All up in 'em comin off like
Deep impact in your
Can I book a private session later if you with it
She told me don't be shy come on by pay a visit
What's yo body count I hope it ain't in double digits
it started
I'm the King of Skill and I K Rule
I be mad poised
Chance Time and I get that bag boi
Optimal by design like a Blastoise
Mario Party DNA,
grab your bags, and get ready for the bus I'll see you next week
this drip on my body like a poncho
Your a worker bee when they see me in m head honcho
Pull up F & N grahh grahh call that a drum roll
I'm Smokin
the words to write
All I got to do is look deep inside
And fuck the superstar shit
I can tell myself that every night
Why seek fame, when you got success?
don’t gotta worry
Bout a thing
I took all the burdens
For the pain
Keep your head up
My Nigga Don’t pretend
Got some niggas out here
They don’t wanna
year we’re in a whole new calibre, we don’t do amateur,
I got two hundred scars on my heart bro,
Chillin’ with a few superstars, you can’t doubt those,
fake no jacks (leave now!)
[king just]
I come like a river, i'll make ya shake ya zipper
The liver, here comes the nigga that'll dick ya
Raw, hardcore
no teddy bear
Yeah we hardcore over here
Homie gone I shed a tear
Shed a tear
Please do not doubt my Intelligence
Live by a code I got etiquette
Hate
Galores
I wanna strive and be the best. Keep my head up and say it with my Chest
I get it by myself. Fuck everybody, I don't need no help yeah
Get a bag by
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