Lyrics:
already know
(You be trippin' girl)
So why don't you let me go?
('Cause I'm real fair)
'Cause you're playing with my love
(Then why you still here?)
niggas resting in peace
and my niggas behind the wall.
See you when I get there you know what I'm saying? (really doe)
So drip with me as I go
bought came with receipts
This ain't no game, don't be playin' with me
All these bad bitches be stayin' with me
Beat the beat up like I'm Roy in that
trying to have some fun with no tweets and no fleets
And I’m still a panhandle pro baby
No correlation I just thought that you should know baby
This aint
you and that ho, got a cap for each
Nigga fucking with my cash flow.
Pid cap, be love cap pid,
Because in the neighborhood
Cause still kill
still ride around with the four pound
(Skrr)
You sendin' shots and we sendin' them back
We go battle for battle for that
Try to run nigga shottin' your
(You're runnin' on an empty tank) but still get paid in full
(And get the girls) man, I'm packing gravitational pull
Bring the instamatic avalanche, my
Stay open like 7/11 that's 24/7, when you need some hot shit
Stop by and get you a beverage, I'm servin'
My rhymes like nickels and dimes
Plug it
better hope it don't leave, boy
October Forgiatos, look like Halloween, boy
You can be the prince of Chiraq, I'm the king, boy
Kids love a nigga 'cause
love ya
Or if you want to get your freak on, I'll just fuck ya
With the Ooh, ahh, ooh, ooh, ooh ahhh, biatch, shit
I'm the Early Morning Stoned Pi-imp
radio station had this contest
To see who could correctly guess the number of molecules in Leonard Nimoy's butt
I was off by three, but I still won
rollin and you ballin
I got golds in my mouth and I'm reppin New Orleans
They say he, young and he crazy and his brother doin a bid
I had changed my life,
Won MVP, and I'm still a rookie, like woo
I gotta work on my anger (ayy)
Might kill a bitch with my fingers (ayy)
I gotta stay outta Gucci (woo)
I'm
and not tell and
Close you're eyes dear, and count to seven.
You know your papa loves you, good children go to heaven.
You know your papa loves you, good
And not a word of this to Paul, remember Paul, you know,
The man I'm gonna marry, but I'm not,
Because I wouldn't ruin anyone as wonderful as he is-
But I
chime in the house
The loneliest chime in the house
You let it out you let it out
Come to me Calvary still
I'm weeding and raking until
I'm bleeding
along cap
There a knife in my swiss army hat
With the blade I cut the rope
(Man your secret services spy hats dope)
I radio'd for back up cars
So we
Hella Heaven, you can't tell a legend (what?)
See, what you don't know and won't know, enjoy your beverage
Separate with severance, I'm Rich Paul
Thought I was Going Back To Cali where I knew I wasn't
I sent a Murdergram, solo in a black van
I'm claimin' knuckle game, stomp you with my Timberland
getting bigger
Look what we delivered
You still think that rap is gonna die
How do you figure?
Every time you say it's gonna pass
Hip-hop comes out with
the rawest in town
Cause I'm a (Thug By Nature), strictly for the paper
Ain't nobody steppin' to Steve (B-O-N-E)
I come with the ones, I come with the guns
long, please come by
And I'll fly with you
I'll fly with you
Yo I'm flipping through this bizzies on the radio
Stop, something tells me you someone
you can't tell me nothing
I'm Brad Pitt's Ugly Cousin
When you're drunk at the wedding, still gon' fuck him
When you see me in the club
Brad Pitt,
got a hole in my heart I cant fill
Turn off the parking light, down by the rivers end.
This is my darkest night girl you're swimming in my head
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