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And I be lovin' all the ladies that got dick on they mind
From the windy city down to the dirty south
Like Luda you know I beat that shit by the (word
he hit it and he go baby I been on a roll we ain't goin to no pumpkin patch
Fitted in some vintage and come kicks to come correct
I got money in my
He told her all I need is you, Lord help me
Prayed Jesus took the wheel as they took selfies
Handled her rhythm and turned blue like Chelsea
This
Cuz I got God on my back, I wear no other brands
He sends me the PE's I call those commandments
Plugs like us get his with his power, call em
cash from hoes like a sorority
Oh yeah they comin' for your life
I'm comin' for your life
It's bonded, I'm livin' out of spite
You ain't bleed then it
To the rhythm of the Too $hort funky sound
It goes boom, baseline's on ya
Dangerous Crew from Oakland, California
Bitch don't front cause Short Dog is hard
felt my siblings skate by (yeah)
I remember hiding my face when it was grace time (damn)
But nah, that was just a space for them to learn from my
I put it down like this for you
Remember Whitley avenue
And everybody who I love back where Im from know this the sound
If you wasnt back on Harlan
that you got A hit from me
But you ain't been properly Comprehending things
You all need take all that drama Energy and shove it
Cause you ain't going
these outfits
Supersize Svetlana from the West Richmond
Northside of the Upper Avenues is where we'd kick it
After Ekaterinka disappeared home
I would
never got to live my life in fear
Many knew I'd make it but those hating are surprised I'm here
Weird how we go from try outs on courts with physicals
on the block with a knot in ya sock and don't glock
Without making by way to getting got or get shot
Oh no
If ya scared to represent ya ghetto
Then don't
for the day he got smoked
Choke, off this anecdote got you ope
Get roast, by my lyrics Billy Dee .45 Colt
And I'm out for nine nickel (INS
for the day he got smoked
Choke, off this anecdote got you ope
Get roast, by my lyrics Billy Dee .45 Colt
And I'm out for nine nickel (INS
reaching in his pocket
I shot around the corner like a full fetched rocket
The feen came after me toting a gun
He's got to be crazy. I ain't the one
Who
teachers
Hair flinch from the eighties, library, lies bury
TV, tell lies visually, kid you wit me, hostility
Humility, hillbilly, gorilla, he mentally
off switch
No, this ain't no Louis
I got this from Gucci
My shit be Tailored and costly
Second line got my gat by my armpit
For anybody who think they
in fair & sight
I'm going wash now
old Pavia down,
& pack my salt
to Either Town
Cliffs of Antique
aint got no rose,
beat him up, broke his jaw
He claimed he got jumped
Got on an orange suit it hurt to see my mans in cuffs
It goes to show how these Brooklyn streets were
the boat
Then you drown with it
I ain't have a car, so I Crown Vic' it
I spilt a four, got my hand sticky
4 paint a picture on the canvases
Gold-diggin'
kick it no mo'
You never know who she really
Is 'till you say no
Younce like, I ain't never said yes
Janet, that's just the way love goes yo
Got groupies
told and got a nigga sentence for one
He aint raise you to be no bitch be no snitch
Spent to much time with your moms sweet old bitch
We was chewing
ain't get it by abiding the law
I'll spazz the fuck out on my bitch if she buy me a Porsche
Profile just came in send your mugshot on a white wall
If it
While the meth got me open like falopian tubes
I bring death to a snake when he least expect
Ain't a damn thing changed, boy, Protect Ya Neck
Ruler Zig
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