Lyrics:
Ahhh'! What if your mother
Regretted havin your brother?
Would you forgive her and kiss her
And tell her you love her?
Or would you press it? Cause
know me from that block where we move them rocks)
(You better make it fast, watch your ass, or get pursued by cops)
You don't know what its like up
to the good old days
When I felt your love
Not all of this pain
This feeling won't go away
And I might go insane
Without you, nothing feel the same
All
that's flirty
If she smiles at you, she's working
And I know why they say pain is love cause my whole life I've been hurting
So I dip blunts in Syrup
I pop
goes
There must be a
Better place to
Be somebody
Be somebody else
And somebody gotta keep watch where the watch stops
He talks about his pops
name I pop up like the State Farm bitch
No nigga can see me, on or off TV
Gun by them Yeezys, I'm the 6' 5" Eazy
Lightskin bitches be mad and talking
Stubborn no lovin' em
Pop it like bubblegum
Ohhhh
D to the E to the E now see
Yeah J to the A to the M
It's not you it's me
Believe it I'm OG
And I ain't
Yeah yeah
Damn it's hot
Like a muh'fucker
Yo Jigga
Whassup my nigga?
Pop that water
Fo'schizzle!
Yeah
Get'cha mind right, see'mon
Yeah
Deep in the water yeah I feel the pressure and
I don't want love cause the drugs do me better
Fucked her last night but I just swore I met
You boppin' bitch (question mark), you like this dick?
We all know why, 'cause you's a boppin' bitch
I got a burner, I pop you in your lip
Zoom-zoom,
that I'm a thug, I was raised by felons
I just hit a white hoe from the back, I think her name was Helen
I've been popping percs and sipping drink, I
niggers take
I guess I'm the one
You better know your place
Fucking tryin'a get it
Fucking tryin'a get it
You must have some time the
Way you fucking
back, side to side
Lean with it, rock with it
Burn the mic, pop with it
I'm the queen of the game
You already know my name
Haters gotta love it 'cause my
no KY with this SK leave them DOA
AR in the ER it's the state of mind of every state
Say your grace you better wait
Guns with the butter
Guns for
'lil blitz
Every time step we get our step on
If you ever call for help
Better put your best on me
Shit I can do this by myself
Y'all better help homie
give a fuck told me always keep
My head up fuck dem bitches getting money
Keep your hustle game up rest in peace to lucky
I love you thats my pops told
out
Or do this like punks and punk it out
Pull your strap on me, nigga, you better kill me!
Thug life, baby. Thug Luv
I'll probably be punished
Before we wasn't it but be popping now
Popping now, people love us when we dropping the sound
Come to your hood, we be rocking your town
Go to the show
coming (How I’m comin’)
38 baby, you say fed
You better stand on that (Stand on that)
Jump out on you, bitch you try to run
Gon’ shoot you in your back
off what? I ain't seen the horse
Called your bluff, better cite the source
Fame ain't somethin' that I need no more
'Cause, bitch, I said what I
bitch" when they ask your name
I say strut that strut
Walk that walk
Pop that shit
Talk that talk
Hold your head high
Be proud of this life
Pray
women love me so they encore
These niggas hate me
Better know you got the wrong boy
My bitch nails French tippin'
Without the bonjour
I'm unsure of these
by your hips and thighs
Definitely your lips and eyes
Them chicks can slide
They tryin' to be all in the mix
Your girlfriend ballin' a 6,
Well, I'ma tell you straight up, homeboy 'cause it's a cold world
Your wife, I call her, "Oh girl" her head makes my toes curl
And she awfully thick,
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