Lyrics:
that you do
Because stupid is how everybody sounded
Nigga you think you know me, but only if you knew me
Homie, you would leave me by my lonely
I'm
tomorrow
We get it in get it gone in the same day we hit yo block on the same day
Ima pull up with a thirty k ima pull up broad day
Go getta I came a long
Smoove wit it you’ll think that im givin out a pitch
Finna drop this album they gone say its a hit
But it ion make it soon then i might as well quit bitch
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New lyrics by Cledus T. Judd (I stopped here due to the album details stopped here...but I knew Cledus would have been listed in there...so I
Rap ain't nothin' but cash, money, bitches, foreign cars and trees
Cristal by the cases, bad bitches by the flocks
I know I promised my niggas I'd
Look, look, look, look
My dirty bitch just hit me for the K because she tapped in
Ain't never been scared, nigga show me a witness
Imma T the bitch
lil' ol' alcoholic-ass nigga
[Hamm]
Well, you know I got to have it, my brother, ain't nothing changed
You want to hit it?
[Quik]
Yeah, what's
Bit lico, man
Pop it, pop it
Pop it, lit
Pop it
Pop it
Santana Star Beats
Nigga love talkin' bout a body that ain't copped
Not knowin' they can get in
black as the strap I'm using to hit the rival
Last album was great but I know this one is greater
I made it this far as a great tastemaker without
Last song on the album, lay down
Let me hit you with the talcum
This is add on, this just tax
Lay back
Let me hit you with the jazzhands
I'm
What if a brick was only just a misdemeanor?
What if Manhattan was hit by Hurricane Katrina?
What if a black man was the one controlling Fema?
What if
Verse 1
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Some of the busiest rhymes ever made by man
Are goin' into this mic, written by this hand
Are comin' out of this mouth, made by this
hard live by that motto
All them haters they follow
Hit that bitch once I got options
Why you talking
Gawking
Got this album dropping
While he flopping
moving like the sigma hog album still droppin off haaaaaaaa
Malcontent November 5th and nah bitch the beats wasn't made by the Alchemist (naaaah)
I don't
Little niggas want to rap and think that shit sweet
Push his first album and he died the same week
Put that water on the dirt turn that shit to mud
I
[Chorus 1]
pull up in a brand new
shawty hit my line but she old news
i dont waste time you know what it do
im up by 6am
im up by 6am
up by 6am
up by 6am
drinks
Haunted by the thoughts of
Second album sophomore jinx
Where did I fail? Death threats
Woke up in cold sweats
Thinkin' about all these murders that
Yeah, it's CMG the album, nigga, you know what I'm sayin'?
History
You ain't never seen this many gangsters in the same squad
You never seen this
Hit em in two seconds, I'm gone
Making money while I'm sleep in my home
On a plane and I'm headed to Rome
I fly high, Jim Jones, Santana is home
In
don't know
What we could do if we had more
But we don't
Still going to make eleven hits for my album though
guys
We gon pour up a four in this Fanta
Respect a black man on a mission
From New York to LA we crippin'
Let em reflect on the album
The waiter
I met you in a club in Atlanta, Georgia
Said me and my homeboy were coming out with an album
You looked at me like, "Yeah, nigga right"
But you
He keep on playing he get played by the gun
You too serious need to have some fun
In that 40 I hit that dash
And the police they were on our ass
I
By listening to Lo-Fi right?
Well you came to the place
Where you are welcomed
You are not alone
In fact
This album’s just for you
So make yourself
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