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nigga, attackin' ya.
These 4-5 hollow tips will have you backin' up.
I only do my dirt at night like dracula.
I'm wanted by the feds, these
And make 'em fall in the grass
One move they all die
Lil' Weezy small frie
Gorilla when it's war time
Y'all better learn
When this nigga shoot it'll be
'm younger than you
That even Jesus would never
Forgive what you do
Let me ask you one question
Is your money that good?
Will it buy you forgiveness
Do
It may not mean nothin' to y'all
But understand nothing was done for me
So I don't plan on stoppin' at all
I want this shit forever, mane, ever,
once was Granada
It still can be found in the hills all around as I wander along
Entranced by the beauty before me
Entranced by a land full
can she suck it right now?
Fuck, can she fuck right now?
I done asked twice now
Can you bring your price down?
Lil Boosie with the wipe down
the flow, yeah
Years in the makin', and don't y'all mistake it
I got 'em by a landslide, we talkin' about races
You know this'll never be a tie, just look
For it's due to the lack of you
That I'm now only half of two.
Look back, finish what you've begun.
Come and sit by my side
Where there's nothing
a pair!
Life is peachy, let's go bananas,
No one will care!
Blueberry Pie, let's have fun,
'cause when all is said and done
I love you, yes I do,
'cause,
'Cause if they pull tha heat I'ma pull tha tube
And if it ain't in ya heart boy don't be no fool
'Cause God still lookin' at chu
'Cause on earth lot
Shopping cart full of fake hip hop artists
I'm starving, sorry, I gotta eat all it
And I'll be back in the morning
Phone home! Weezy
Phone home! Weezy
and Mr s-K-I
It's Mr ski and Dr dre
Can't stop this maniacal individual
To start showin' level
With 70 on your digital
I'm tryin' to take over shit like
Shakespeare
Mr. three o five
This is to them boys that be in the club
That talk a whole lot of nothing
[Chorus]
Shhh
Be quiet
Keep it cool,
And everything I've ever done is gone and dead
As all things must surely have to end
And great loves will one day have to part
I know that I am meant for this
Wha Wha, Wha, wha cash Money, wha, wha, wha
Hot Boy$, wha, wha, wha, wha, wha, w-wha
Look
What it be like
Get inside 'fore street lights 17 right
I
I get up, I get down
Now that it's all over and done
Now that you find, now that you hold
My eyes convinced, eclipsed with the younger moon
There's a family Bible on the table its pages torn and hard to read
But the family Bible on the table will ever be my key to memory
At the end
'm younger than you
That even Jesus would never
Forgive what you do
Let me ask you one question
Is your money that good?
Will it buy you forgiveness
Do
it be filled with the pleasure principle
In circumference to my voice
About those other Jennys I reckoned with
Lost them all like a homework excuse
can't wait until next Halloween
'Cause I've got some new ideas
That will really make them scream
And, by God, I'm really going to give it all my might
Knocked down by some clown when child support knocked
No he's not around, now how that sound to ya, jot it down
I bring it through the ghetto without
and a pistol by his side, uh-huh.
Well he rode right up to Miss Mousey's door, uh-huh
He rode right up to Miss Mousey's door, uh-huh
He rode right up
sentence, I got 'em mad as fuck (yeah)
This for my bros in the chain gang, I'm 'bout to pipe it up
Ayy, free Cold World Tay, tell Lil Pokie that it's up
Nigga why you actin' like a ho?
Know that I'ma ride for ya, either way it go
Tell me girl why you be stressin me for time
When you tell me you
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