Lyrics:
On the plane to South Central
Never get played by the monkey wrench ho
Steady mobbin' I'm just like Robin Hood
Up to no good, so many bitches on my wood
my heart, I have kept
It's unfortunate, but it's
Too late for the other side (yeah)
Caught in a chase, twenty-five to life
(Can't take no more)
get 'em, do 'em, I did 'em
We getting nutty in this motherfucker
I got my buddy in this motherfucker
Leave a nigga bloody in this motherfucker
We in
uh) ain't that something?
I send you some money
Some pictures nigga that ain't about nothin'
I proceed to do my thing
In this rap for the street
Makin'
supposed to do to get by
Did I lose everything I need to survive
'Cause its 4 a.m. and the sweat sets in
Did you get my message, did it send
Or did you just
absolutely classical
Last thing I'm worried 'bout is what another rapper do
Ain't nobody hot as me, even if they rap they ass off
Blast off and have
to yesterday? (Would you? Would you?)
Would you live each moment like your last?
Leave old pictures in the past?
Donate every dime you have? (Would you? Would
What these motherfuckers thought I was about?
When I bust this bitch I put my dick in her mouth
Now all them niggas got something to say
But I'ma tell
the shows, who's f***in' with us?
You might as well have a badge, the way you cuff them b****es
I slut them b****es, then back to the door, like f*** them
roll
I got ice in my veins little bitch I'm on a roll
Bitch I'm balling
Yea, Kyrie Irving
Just seen your bitch she looking picture perfect
Two door coupe
children anyhow
I've seen the future, baby
It is murder (do, do, do)
Things are going to slide, slide in all directions
Won't be nothing (won't be)
pictures for the feds in desperate hopes they'd get us
Hit us off, give us plenty centuries
Forgive my sins, since I entered many penitentiaries
The best
I died, murdered in cold blood dramatized
Pictures of me in my final stage you know Mama cried
But that was fiction, some coward got the story
up in on some
Get the fuck out
Must have been rained out or something
He comes up in the spot
Had me scared, had me scared to death, I was shook
here
I'm trying to transform you boys to men like daycare"
Ay, there's money to be made and niggas got the picture
Stopped playing with my paper
watching
Picture slides
But I never seen nothin' like you
Do you, do you want my love, woman
Do you, do you want my face, I need it!
Do you, do you
sow"
Do the most, we over, even the score
Steady on the run, glued his feet to the floor
Up in my Tesla, I'm rollin' up 'Ishers, I stopped at Valero,
speak what's true
You say you don't, but I know you do
Come on up to my room
We'll undress by the light of the moon
Lay down and I'll caress that butt
that?
Do you?
The God of Berlin
The God of Russia
The God of Slovenia
Who are they and what are they doing?
Who are they (Fuck) and what you have done?
Well, it was Gatlinburg in mid-July
And I just hit town and my throat was dry
I thought I'd stop and have myself a brew
At an old saloon on a street
up in on some
Get the fuck out
Must have been rained out or something
He comes up in the spot
Had me scared, had me scared to death, I was shook
remember, mmm
Three days in Rome
And what do I get
Do I get revenge
While you lay it all out
Without any doubt
Of how this would end
Sometimes
it a day
No one can stop us, and nothing is in the way
(Just to have you near me) Here by my side
(Just to have you near me) And when I get next
won't need it for what I'm about to do to you
Bad bitch, girl I think I might get used to you
I'ma have to take your number when I'm through with you
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