Lyrics:
hurts you ain't never meet 'em
You got niggas in the feds, you ain't even tryna feed 'em
I'm tryna free the world, that's how deep I'm in
I ain't goin'
I'm sayin' though yo, I been hearin' shit about this kid X, man
I think that nigga bullshit, man, word up (yeah)
I been hearin' mad shit like he be
(Do)
Me and my boo, ooh, ooh
You know when this song come
On, it's the shit, my nigga
(yeah, ayy) call a few bitches, no niggas
That's it my nigga
These niggas just hating they ain't talking 'bout shit
I'm a grown ass man I flip my own brick
I don't need yo help I can hold my own dick
Ain't no
talk about my dick, but man, that shit be a long story
Look me in my face (yeah)
I ain't got no worries
I ain't got no worries (oh shit)
I ain't
and shit?
Judging her past and shit?
Well it's completely my future
A nigga behind me right now asking for ass and shit
And I'ma need that forty dollars
don't care for a sucker that ain't down with the real niggas
The niggas, the niggas, yo
And that's the way the shit gotta go ain't even sober
And any
'Cause I don't write shit, 'cause I ain't got time
'Cause my seconds, minutes, hours go to the almighty dollar
And the almighty power of that
forty seven made his neighborhood love me
Bullets like birds you can hear them bitches hummin'
Don't let that bird shit, he got a weak stomach
Niggas
'round addiction, seen like forty interventions
Your shit ain't addin' up, know you a phoney, checked your image
Rappin' tough, but all them niggas in
You got all that, right?
I love this shit like my own daughter
Let's spray these niggas, baby, just like daddy taught ya
Young, this is just
ladies, Brown Louboutin
Condom on 'fo I go to work, that's my uniform
Nigga I used to eat mayonnaise sandwiches
By candle lit, and that's 'cause
niggas ain't bout that life
Pussy ass niggas ain't bout that life
Talking 'bout you popping tags, nigga you ain't bought shit
Talking bout a hunned
that drain drip, yeah
Same city, same niggas
Bitches fuckin’ on that same shit
Boss up or get bossed around
I can not fuck with that lame shit
Yeah
Fuck
shine like the sun outside
Somebody tryna tell you Hustle Gang ain't gettin' to the money
Tell that nigga "You a mothafuckin' lie"
Nigga hell you sayin'?
a nigga on some dummy shit,
Talking big money shit,
Livin' wit his mom, swear God that he runnin' shit,
Hey listen, I ain't the one you wanna talk money
at least seven figures to even touch that
But since everybody was underestimatin' my format
I dropped Ill Bomb and now niggas want more of that
Ain't
boys, that's Nike boys, hoppin' out coupes
This shit way too big, when we pull up give me the loot
(Gimme the loot)
Was off the Remy, had a Papoose
I ain't the nigga to fuck with
This a crazy world and life is shorter than Bushwick
Young money man we got this shit by a land slide
Boy I send
You ain't with Tommy no mo', who gon' protect you now?"
I been scheming on Tone and Poke since they found me
Steve know not to wear that platinum shit
down for
Replaced by freak shit I am currently down for
You see I peeped it, pussy is power
That proud feeling we get knowin' that pussy is ours
need boy, do ya thang
If you on the block nigga then shit bang
If you in that 600 then shit bang
If you in a range rov then shit bang
If you on that
Wanna fuck with a nigga cause I know my shit
You owe that bank, I own my shit
Out the gate don't ask, can't floss my whip
It ain't who you know, bitch
If I'm broke, then I'm breakin' up in the place where you layin'
You know, same shit every nigga done in his life
I lived it, that's why I speak
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