Lyrics:
Squad deep like oh
Bad little bitches with their booty on score trying to beat like whoa
Know your ass feel it cause its outta control
Let me hear you
hope you niggas know your history
Homie go ask Doc (talk about me)
Homie go ask Nas (and he'll tell ya)
Homie go ask Jay (young fella)
But when you ask
hey, have a heart
If you don't love me, why don't you let me go?
Have a heart, please, oh don't you have a heart?
Little by little you fade while I
hey, have a heart
If you don't love me, why don't you let me go?
Have a heart, please, oh don't you have a heart?
Little by little you fade while I
don't love me, why don't you let me go?
Have a heart, please, oh don't you have a heart?
Little by little you fade while I fall apart, oh, oh
Talk
Me and my dogs love to buck shit
Fuck the luck shit, strictly aim
No aspirations to quit the game
Spit yo' game, talk yo' shit
Grab yo' gat, call yo'
to the basics
Talk shit call the pack or the Haitians
Little nigga you don’t really want the matrix
Keep it moving cuz I’m running outta patience
I won’t rap bout
We're back at center court here
At Reebok invitational brought to
You by Jay-Z's S dot Carter tennis shoe set
That's right John i hear
They're
on the radio don't do it for me
Insert the removable face, place the CD
Your Prince, cause you rap dudes don't make sense
Talk about bitten lines
Nigga I did ery
on the radio
Don't do it for me
Insert the removable face, place the CD
You're Prince
'cause you rap dudes don't make sense
Talk about bitten lines
Nigga I did
You've told me 'bout your family
The town that you grew up in
Believe me, I wanna know everything about you
And I've rambled on about me
By now you
crazy, though, she my little baby, though,
And she already know every time I hit the dough.
She say every time she talk is like I never listen,
Ask me
a Backwood, Swisher sweet blunt, orange lace dope (let's go)
It's just some shit I wrote
My city couldn't be saved by John the Pope (John the Pope)
I slid
my heart
life for me now and then seems to be a little hard
in the end if I keep my faith I’ll be in the stars
sooner or later even though I’m covered
call me when I'm popping
I'm deadass when I'm talking
By twenty five I'm top ten
And thats facts yeah yeah
And thats facts
You can check my hooks, beats,
a little dirt on my name'
She said 'that's why i make it rain on me' mmm
She likes it when i call her by her African name
She ain't into all these late night
And the truth shall make me free like John 8:32
Some days I feel like John because I love Jesus
But like God treats me like job
Cuz I played a game with satan
an Uber, you can hop in the whip
I be going speed racing, all in the whip
Call my friends one by one, all of them legit
If you don't believe me, I can let
And you can find me ridin' round on some 33's
Cocked back kickin' dirt on my John D's
International harvestin' us some whole wheat
Yeah let's take a ride
(Uh)
I'm a Hustla Baby (Sounds so crazy)
Hustla Baby (Talk To em)
(Got The Whole NY)
I'm a Hustla Baby
Hustla Baby
I'm a Hustla Baby
A Hustla Baby
little and ah grow, them seh fi reap weh yuh sew
Money mih ah hunt, stay pan the go
Hear them a talk, bare red eye John crow
Man tough no fuck, nuh gyal
me
Some john had a camera and an internet site
And the streets were getting crowded
I took the money, it was over by midnight
But I don't want
girl that I date
Comes with fucking kids
Someday Imma kill you mutha fuckas
Beware how you treat me
Now I'm gon' name you John Doe mutha fucka
Never,
faith in every thing He says
Be patient
Repent and be baptized, no playin
Protected by the Lord from Satan
Risen with the Lord, He saved me
Walking with
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