Lyrics:
up, this the wild
Better watch for lions that prowl
Getting crossed like J by Iverson
You play yourself when you follow men
Fired up like we hop in
She's blinded by a smooth talker telling her good looking lies
She hates but she loves it, she hates but she loves it
She craves the wrong hot
and Pimp see you know they down wit us
Black Rob and Eightball, down wit us
M.J.G. you know he down wit us
B-Legit and E-Feezie down wit us
My nigga
I tolerate you, I tolerate you
When I got older I thought that it was time to settle down
You were there to save me when no one was around
You said
rowdy
And ya don't want that shit
Cause its gone be naughty, by nature
Fuck a playa hater
Ima come through
And ya know I'm down to spray ya
Let them
that's a mighty win
And it's only by your mercy
That I'm standing here
Even my best is still dirty
When your hand appears
Only you are worthy so I stand in
later
You gotta let these haters
Jam on it, jam on it
I tell ‘em, tell ‘em jam on it!
Jam on it, jam on it j-j-j jam on it!
Mr 305, to Mr worldwide
a Sunny-Day
Mom Told me to get up for Church
It's a Sunday
Chick-Fil-A on Time
But It's a Sunday
When The Boys are Down to Ride Someday
But not on a Sunday
Ebony and ivory
My mama used to say
There they go there they go
I shove carbs down my throat
When I lose hope I chew slow
Never once choked when
Ex nihilo
Get it by the ounce or the kilo
Anything to get me to that dough
Really can't compare me to no one
Napoleon might be the only one
Falling
and mustard
Yeah, my cheeks are hella red but
I don't ever get flustered
Owned by a country star again
Write a song about it motherfucker church
Shoutout
pocket when it come down to them Tate street boys
Verse 1 [Drumma Boy]
We don't play when it come down that Tate street
Str8 off that block like j they
the D.J. relax its under control
(Relax man, we both goin' down you can't even keep yourself untied)
Do you want to be free or not I'm gonna get us out
your mouth and chew
I came from being broke
To giving hatters a stroke
24/7
It will never stop until my casket drop
Just watch them clout chase
We goin' down, down baby, your street in your whip
"Right Thurr'" dirty, Chingy emptied clip
The whole world "Tipsy", J Kwon brought that drip
To keep it a stack
I just want my fucking dog back
All I wanted was a simple life, not rife with strife
Not poisoned by the Sisyphean task of tryna end each
I confess I am lost
In the age of the social
On our knees, take a test
To be lovin' and grateful
Shots were fired on the street
By the church
to they script and stay in the booth
Consumed by the devil all up in the news
The devil tried to steal my life and make it his own
The devil tried to steal
was on the road to Hell but by the grace of God
I Found that Little Hope Baptist Church down the Way
Now people Theyre all crowdin' into that Baptist
a Glock with a stick, send me to a cell
Send me to the J, I ain't gettin' no bail
Gotta get up and get it , no, I cannot fail
Gotta stay down and get it
just enough room to cram the drums
In the corner over by the dodge
It was a fifty-four
With a mashed up door
And a cheesy little amp
With a sign
penmanship
Guess I bit into an apple that I can't chew
Guess I've been lying, long nose like Gru
Grew out of the home that had served me well
When it told me I
decided to walk down town an' get myself a little fresh air
Before long, I found myself in front of a big church on the corner of the square
Boy, I
on a murder nigga u aint catching nothing
How the fuck you super gangster when u snitchin on yo cousin yea
Free lil smoke yea ima slow it down
Really piece
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