Lyrics:
DJ Khaled
DJ Terror Squad
And he goes by the name of
You got the right one, it's Weezy fuckin' baby
And if your woman lookin', I'll let
never phasing us
Posted on the block with my niggas moving Brady Bunch
Whipping Marsha
Flood the streets and then we make departure
Say you want smoke
Eye
my mind
Really thinking you still by my side, just makin' sure that I'm ight
See even though we was over we always made sure each other tight
Really
we thought there might be some toads. When we was surprised by a farmer who told us to get on out of there an' to never come back or he'd call up
you yo god's blood like a pastor my nigga
I'm at yo neck like the platinum like I'm Dracula nigga
No I can't meet you in the lobby
Girl I gotta watch my
chhains on, thhen i’ll be takin all thhose (gimme dat!)/ niggas aint never been tuff, yall a bunchh of Brady’s (da Brady Bunch)/ hhit u in da back and make
gon' run it to em bet
It's all good, uhh
I never had much, ran with a bad bunch
Little skinny kid sneakin weed in my bag lunch
And all through
talk too much it’s like they being interviewed by dj vlad
Take em out back and punch em in the face like mclovin in superbad
The rest was freestyles
Hear me clearly if don't fuck with
Me say you don't fuck with me
Hand on bible Me My Self And I
My only rival Watch my own back
Shadowing in my moves
Big smithen for the weapon Lil nigga who u testing I’ll shot my shots like Kd but not really Brady.if the opps in the spot where they at.stars in
in that pain (baow)
I walk with that lil' body but I back out
That big body if you speak on my name (grrt)
These niggas know nothin' 'bout me
But
to more green backs than
Feathers to a bird's wing
Creep MC's people's heads are full
Of your worthless garbage a bunch o' bull
My stuff got you started, no
the trench it's the dope dealers
Damn
You mad cuz we shining
Every time we hit the scene you seen a bunch of diamonds
Lukang with kicks dem bitches asking
like a bunch of fools
Time is ticking and we can't go back (my oh my)
What about the world today
What about the place that we call home
We've never
're daughters gettin' her back bruised,
Your mom's in your business, she's in your business,
Can't you see she wants you to keep us niggas at a distance,
and the dog threw up all over the back seat. Peanut butter don't agree with him, you see.
So we had to stop and take off the top and air everything out
Am I a hypocrite 'cause I know I did plenty crimes? (Yes, I'm ill)
I get broke too many times, I might slang some dimes (back to trappin')
You
to the DJ, tell 'em Staten Island's
In the house, put the record on replay
Get your nose blowned off by the fifth, uh
You wanna be there, layin' all
of me back then
I want you around while I'm remembering
Like in 1st grade, how I went by Wayne
I always had another name
topple you
Indestructible
The road's under construction
I'm a lead to your destruction
Go to your job and eat your lunch
Roll with more kids than The Brady
to Rome, or home
Brazil, for real
Wherever I go she goes
Wherever I go she goes
Guess who's back in the, house
With a bunch of souvenirs and a smile
Cadillac with a diamond in the back
Got a bitch and she bad with about a hundred tats
Got my goons on deck, and we got a hundred straps
What you know
can't go back
All I know is roll up pack
Count a hunnid by the stack
Aye who cool as me
You ain't fooling me
Cold as 3 degrees
You can't fuck with
niggas with me, like The Brady Bunch
Feel like Tom Brady, cause I'm number one
RIP Stefan, you were number one
Blink 18'r, till my lungs got some drums
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