Lyrics:
was never impressed by what's possesed
Girlfriend I need your help
Cause the head on my shoulders won't fuck itself
And homeboy, I need you as well,
gon' get you, .50 shootin' like whistles
All I gotta do is whisper, karma gon' get ya
Bullets gon' hit ya, banana split ya
You want attention, it's
sometimes you gotta 'pump that hottie'
Fool, you better ask somebody
Ain't nobody tryin to look pretty, I gets busy
(You better ask somebody)
(Here we go,
money where my mouth is, let it parlay
I swear you can get money in a lot of ways
You ain't gotta sell drugs to
Get them pockets straight
I'm
Barney, bitch, my gang is gnarly Speedin' in the foreign, pussy good
Think her name is Lauren, math in the bag Tom Brady, I got Patrick on me, 45 rails
Cop
to show the truth
A starving boy, searching for fruit
He'd been brutalized and more often than not, he got rejected
By those whom he beheld, like they could
that
Came straight like a gentleman raised by my mum
What you think everybody should get played cause you fine
???
naa I just wanted to rap
if a brotha
to spill
Like the money you need from your Grandfathers Will
I want the answers just give me a sign
Ive gotta get it gotta make it mine
I need it by any
in detention
Sat in my head but I never did mention
Time went by
She must've thought that I forgot
The tables done turned so now
She gotta shoot
I know I got religion
I belong to the laws and crew
You see we fought when we get happy
That's the way we Christian do
Oh
(Have you been tried-)
I wanna play at
Red Hat and Walnut Creek
Where people gotta stand ‘cause I sold out the seats
Where people wave their hands and bob their heads to my
Woo Woo Woo
Remix to Catch me outside
You know I'm bout to get live
Cause I'm from that 305
Aye Aye Let's Get It
Walking by faith and not by sight
...I mean, it doesn' matter 'oo it is, I mean, the message gets through.
Steve: (recorder clicks on mid-sentence)...anyways, 'e did not deserve
daughter's room on a poster
Known as history's biggest musical composer
No disrespect to Bob Mar, but yeah, another stoner
Marijuana my odor, and when I get
You ain't gotta be my girlfriend
We can really just be friends with benefits
And no matter how big it gets
Just know
Ben'll Fit
I ain't tryna
you work out, gotta get it right back
I trap by day boy, rap by night,
C-Bone in this Bitch College Park trump tight
[Hook]
[T-Mo Goodie]
I'm pimp
on roof,
Even once had a job pourin tar up on da roof.
Dat boy had it hard, no fasad it's da truth,
So now when I menage and get massaged it's da proof.
Will Ferrell I crashed the boat
Sayonara baby girl gotta go
Walk on all fours like I'm the goat
Uh oh he caught shells pistachio
Make lots of cheese
get me wrong (nah)
They don't listen to the words in the song (uh-huh)
We ain't gotta tell 'em, we just getting ready (yeah)
See 'em fronting, we
boyfriend, you gon' to be by your damn self
While I'm in my Benz with your friend
And she bout to get nervous
Baby I don't want nothing but some mouth
When I get to Warwick Avenue
Meet me by the entrance of the tube
We can talk things over a little a while
Promise me you won't step out of line
[Verse
Crackers buy coke in the club
Get high in the club then die in the club
But they gotta bring identify in the club
If you see me in the club give a pound
of play
I do not give them the time
Grinding to get this paper
I'm so, same sponge different day
Same sponge different day
So SpongeBob
You're not feeling
line, scoop you up
Mango juice with the stuff
Grind it up, bust some
Blunts, got some liquor, that's a plus
You can smoke, I'll get drunk
And we'll bob
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