Lyrics:
haunt me
All the shit that boyz been through with it taught me
Fat Lucci bitch I'm one of one you can't bought me
Had my back way before I saw em bitch
okay if you say so
Getting pounds, getting euros, getting pesos
And we did it by ourselves with no major
And then we put our own people on the pay
okay if you say so
Getting pounds, getting euros, getting pesos
And we did it by ourselves with no major
And then we put our own people on the pay
Heavy on the lungs weed heavy on the scale
Im uh chief of my tribe
I gotta hit twice
Weed on uh mission medical condition
Measured by the gram
Youngins
to come to come
It was a small place in a small townwhere everybody knows everyoneAn old fat woman doing the laundryand a mailman coming by every once in
For Real
Doing this now?
Again Ok Ah shit
Let's do it Check it Ok
I'm so broke but I like a good poke
No joke pockets always empty can't afford
The position he's in is probably hard to relate
God put me in the position to win
Steadily standing on 10 I be walking by fate
You know in the jungle it's lions
shots deep, not many men try it
Rollin' dank, why this shit so fuckin' loud?
Bad route, but I'ma make my mama proud
Fat cloud, haze got me flashed
Keep
it's no bee stinger
Rap on beats I ain't no singer
Guess I could learn
Kill every track so the heads start to turn
Light up a spliff and I'm watching it
hoe'd
My chop that bitch it loves to blow
Bitch I ain't come here
So I can tell the truth
She just wanna talk
This ain't no interview
What the fuck you
that bitch from the back, I make it clap
Ass so fat, I give her the slap, No you not gang, don't call me your slatt
Getting that money, I'm flipping them
I got the vision complimented by the bars I’m spittin
Smart decisions, they come and they go like one night stands
These people love it when I vent, I
That's no way to go you know, yeah
You get greedy, you get fat
And when you die you just can't take it with you
Anyway, so that's it, brother
The poorman
I woke up this morning with nothing in mind
by the time it was noon I was that much behind
so I gathered the bottles and emptied the trash
I looked
Rollin' like a phantom pitch black
So it's hard to see her
You know the color, call it Texas tea
Black SUV, police chasin' me
I push the gas, mash fast
play about you and I
You the realest out there you a ride or die
We go so hard like it's do or die uh
And it'd be suicide
To live life without you by my
that if I died
What did I do to show them I'm chosen
So I kicked it into gear
Then I finally reached that pier
Told myself that I can't stop here
If I
Walking slow called you Granny
You ugly like your pantys
Swerving in my Cherokee
Four by Four Laredo
I will go and be so fun
Like the Lands to that meadow
the deuces and I knew this usually where it starts
Making music sounding fluid
And I'm going fucking hard
And the the truth is I'm a
Doofus so I know I stand
me on a no caller ID, bitch what the fuck is that
Why you tripping so damn hard, you ain't my main so get the fuck back
Call all my homies dykes by
your foes and stay up on your toes
I love this game but its not the NBA
It be me and MJ doin' shit the playa way
Daily smokin' hay
The time on my
madder at me when I finish part three of my confessions
You don't know how hard it is for me to tell you this,
But remember that shirt that you got me
at me when I finish part three of my confessions
You don't know how hard it is for me to tell you this
But remember that shirt that you got me for my
madder at me when I finish part three of my confessions
You don't know how hard it is for me to tell you this,
But remember that shirt that you got me
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