Lyrics:
a boy, you rich for life, see the joy
I live to see my kids doin' business
Tell 'em everything's business
Basically, everything's a business
So make it
see em
Sell it and box it
Savage, they
Say we can't stop it
Flav, PE, rock it
Antetokounmpo
No, Mutombo I blocks it
Hindsight '57
So I'm
[Fabolous]
Guess who (hey, hey)
F to the A-B (hey)
Black Buddafly Let's go
And I'm a bad boy Like Martin and Will Show
u what u been
up your block
If you wanna bring your boys
Better bring the toys
Better bring the noise
I'm a pump both up with ammunition
Bodies I be hittin'
I'm known now
I got me a Grammy
Call Kami, Khiana, and Tammy
And tell ‘em that I made it
Broke my heart in the seventh grade
So this is how I repay ‘em
I'm a Soulja Livin' Tru, you got the same energy
Huh, tell me, nigga, is you feeling me
Been getting 50 for them 30's up in Tennessee
Sold so much
the back
I get my currency in stacks, California's where I'm at
Ridin', pass by while these niggas wonder why
I got shot but didn't die, let 'em see who's
a girl, she so fly (so fly)
She got wings, see her flow by
Whole crew sick, hottest things out (out)
Street Fi-di-damn, bring 'em out, bring 'em out
listed by others
This that summertime, Kool & The Gang, me and my brothers
Taking it back like primitive, tell me now who gon' let 'em live?
Shit, like
the living room and laugh with kids of my own
And tell 'em
If you want love, you gon' have to go through the pain
I wish you woulda told me
If you want
to switch the hue 'cause them LA boys smuggy
But more likely to get hurt by somebody who love me
My lady, she don't trust me (nah), know I'm a sick puppy
on the lurk and if I'm ya boy then god tell me why I feel so cursed
And I get down and pray and pray but it just don't work
And I'm comin' to you wit my pain
avoid fuck boys, hate 'em with a passion
I'm sucka-duckin' gettin' money
A hard dick all a bitch got comin', yeah
All I know is more and more
I'm breaking it down (Stupid) a scam
I heard that boy running
Around with the packs
So I'm taking him down (yeah)
Oh my gosh, they live by the cold
(ah, ah)
Can't tell a nigga nothin' when I'm in the room (ah, ah)
See I ball, fuck 'em all 'til you get it dude (ah, ah)
And I beat the 'oochie up,
corporate nigga lookin'
So what I'm on I gotta keep it secret
That face no Stevie no Mimi, I promise Teyana that I won't leak it
Gripped the 30, just
arms, the story in my hurt
The boys, they always tell me that my words get 'em by
They can tell how much I mean it by the bloodshot in my eye
So
from the pain it's undergone
Whereupon we kill the beat when the mic ain't on
That's my motherfuckin' procedure
I'm cold with the flow I will freeze
write only the truth, speak only to you
So if I tell you to say somethin' then you know what to do
I got rhymes, keep 'em comin', they never stop
I
guess I could have it all
Lord, I'm twisted, I feel the stress that's hangin' on me,
And all this pain in my family they all depend on me.
Lord, I'm
[t-pain]
Aw shit hay JB
Yo hu dat hu dat girl is over there
Damn man she cant be a hoe
I don't believe it
Fuck that I'm gona talk to her
telling me to keep pushing
Keep coming with aggression my souljas real reckless
Ain't got no academics tell p-glizzy that I love em
Dat nigga Boona that's
on the satellites (I see 'em)
It's Basquiat boss when it come to paint
And when I'm followin' my heart, don't tell me what I can't (what I can't)
You are just
looking up to the man I feel like always on go
Too hard I be ridiculous
Feel I'm one of the sickest
Tell them boys they can get it
Ain't tripping bout no
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