Lyrics:
girl love these bitches
Won't settle for nothing but 50
I gave her that 10 and she brought me back 60
Whoooaaaaaa
Yeah
YEAH
You know I got it on me
You
or two behind
And models seldom find themselves
In portraits that I've drawn
But I have cried
And not denied
That my colors aren't clear enough in song
Float to belize if you come test me
I aim to please its no resting
I roll some trees start confessing
Feel the breeze these dope blessings
When it
and be your funeral
(Have your momma ten and two, with my homies spinnin' through
Drive-by, layin' side by side as they viewin' you
Ha, cause you will
assassins
Every two lines is killin, or incarceration
Murderation, closed casket cremation
Closest you got to prison was seein barson television
But I'ma
with me, nigga, or you better run
Two times for you pussies 'cause
You know who number one
These bitches all on my dick
Is it all of my cars?
They say my
you, uh
Got the All About Love, on some bell hooks
Then I turned to a dirty look, uh (meow)
Ayy, why your cat lookin' at me sideways?
"Sing to her"
homie
My style like Mandela meets Monster Kody
Cop backwoods by the box bro, OG only
Drop 460 for a zip, need 2 to be cozy
I hate to stunt but look me up
night
Only got fucked by a drug dealer
Never felt the real passion of a thug nigga (haha)
Though I like the way you scream when you lovin' me
I'm goin
What's up, Boat?
Ayy, ayy
(ShittyBoyz)
Track two's got me euro-steppin' like I'm ball playin'
If it's smoke, we gon' send some shots and leave
The little boy went first day of school
He got some crayons and he started to draw
He put colors all over the paper
For colors was what he saw
"Fuck the President" it's evident
Hip Hop dead, them new niggas irrelevant
Different color braids, you niggas stuck in the maze
Ain't grew up by
To touch your lips and touch your back
And the first time that you ever bonded
It's not the first time you're
Gonna do that to me
She don't have to wear
Cut your dough short like, "Easy man"
Believe me, you need to come see me man
My coke make smokers have a seizure man
A chick'll see my hand, and leave
pan
Cut your dough short like, "Easy man"
Believe me, you need to come see me man
My coke make smokers have a seizure man
A chick'll see my hand,
clost cock the toast and make you see Ghost-s like Whoopi
Have you ever seen a nigga get snatched up by his drawers
And wonder the cause, 'cause big
promise to stand for self-determination
Instead of always taking from cool
Keeping the same color as you and me, continue to battle DNA
Let's travel
aiyyo X let me get 'em daddy - yo, yo, yo
U-N-T-O-U-C-H, A-B-L-E-S
Sheek the new Elliott Ness (no doubt)
Nigga, Bloodline, D-Block; two of the best
Hang
kids, a dog, a goldfish and you as my wife
We'd have a rosebush with a white picket fence
And all the neighbourhood kids would call me Mr. Prince
a thugster nigga
But still I got flavor
Without a gun and a badge, what do you got?
A nigga in a uniform waitin' to get shot by me
Or one of my niggas
at the Holiday Inn
If you ain't got no one (nobody), then go have some fun by yourself
But whatever you do, don't let the door knob hit you on the way out
and a badge, what do
you got? A nigga in a uniform waitin' to get shot by me or one
of my niggas, and with a gat it don't matter if you're smaller or
bigger.
the morals and power you have is vanished
When a certain energy is near and
And those feelings got so much gravity and it's out of your control
It made me
a better world that we livin' in
[Hook: x 2]
[Asheru]
If it wasn't for a mic check I wouldn't have a check at all
Nowadays you can't live that way
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