Lyrics:
not a biggie
I know you see me happy by myself you salty really
And I’ll chase the bag by myself a single milli
I ain’t gone talk about yo personal
But
the mood of bad boys
I can't see you good cause you Men In Black
When I get done you will remain in the dark
Not load shedding you guys will shed tears
a bloody oath, by oak, by ash, by bitter thorn
"Lady, I never was in your house since the day that I was born"
"Oh, then it was your young boy Tom that
be breaking all the rules)
So don't make me murdah (eh)
Emcees up in side (eh)
We gon' tap nigga and grind like that boy yeah
We gon' act a ass
up
Die proud boy
Hang him up
It's the sound of a proud serving boy getting burned
Grab a Red Stripe and pour it in the tank
Turn on the tele and have
Cabana boys wave as you pass by, the day is lazy
She let down her hair
You're without a care
Tropicana in your cup
Your special punch you drink with lunch
bookoo[01:51.81]She bad so the bag she bring in be by the bookoo[01:55.57]It's crazy the hate my name bring in be by the bookoo[01:59.64]I don't mess wit too many, boys
a blood but I'm covered by the blood
Baa I'm tough
These boys ain't built like me
Cause I ain't sell out for no gee as in money
Pull up gold chains swangin
I keep one
In the chamber know I
Be sparyin at niggas just like some axe this
Ain't no cap boy they know
Them be facts remember
Them days I was in
complain?
I raised your ass bitch, brought your ass out the rain
When you was in the red, without a roof overhead
I helped your ass out, by puttin you in
in the dirt
Got dhett shit up for the low, try to rob me, you get murked
Glock stay attached just like, it's a perk
I ain't playin' with dem lil' boys
Clothes never bummy
Satin to the silks, I'm icy when it's sunny
Look around: we the largest in the game
All them other boys targets and
I'm flawless with
Clothes never bummy
Satin to the silks, I'm icy when it's sunny
Look around: we the largest in the game
All them other boys targets and
I'm flawless with
Yoo man once again
It's yo boy Criusel Maccaine
I got havocktilt on this one
We do it
You praying on my downfall I prayed that get in your feet
We
the old birch tree
Oh mommy and daddy, look past the tears you cry
We're both up in Heaven now, God is by our side
As you lay us down to rest in
Yeah, Ibile yea yea, Life, yea
Yeba, ahh woss, aye akamora
Nyobeni ifu, CDQ yea yea
Dedicate this one to my home-boy raaaaaaa
Made a couple of milli
watchin' yo mans
Then you a goofy
Boy get off yo ass and get some bands
That's how we do it
First things first, I still put in work but all the opps broke
Put her in Christian like Slayer
Smoking the tree I'm acidic
I went and got me a truck
I done got tired of my civic
I got her speaking Latino
Call me
alone(I'm not alone)
I know I own the thrown(I own the thrown)
If you try fuck with me(you can't fuck with me)
I'll end your Family tree(yeah your family
won't find me
Out the way
Fuck it
Take a trip
Palm trees in the Bay
Fuck it
All these
Little town boys
For the community
(Community)
Dick
Getting rented
more exhibition than voyeur, oh boy
Cold dawn mist incarnate
Every day, I wake up in a different carcass
If I climb out quiet I'm myth before tea
I see
the gun
I just don't know
Did I die by the hand
Did I die by the gun
Feelin so so cold
What's wrong with me
Everything's so cold
On a slab in the morgue
But
off of that tree, I'm up in the sky boy
Lil kid don't play with that heat
He shoot you, you die boy
You know I'm all killer no filler
That girl wanna
embarrass him
My spear hit his ass it'll Bloody Mary
Him, shotty blast with body bags
They gotta carry him
Meek Milly I squeeze millis
And got accuracy, so
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