Lyrics:
It's splittin' motherfuckers by the seams
My grandaddy Mr. are-15
Said he was my only family
Shoot straight, and please don't jam me
My own Glock
and she said, "Yes, Kevin"
What I told you 'bout that get it right and she said, "Yes, daddy"
Rumors in the city, I ain't worried 'bout none of them
Mix
bidness"
I love her fitness, I am a witness
Like Sir Mix-A-Lot, I, I cannot lie
When it comes to behind, you cannot deny
She got a lot, 'cause she is "fot,"
And this is federal
So prime time
Half the time you open wide
And my reflection's in your eyes
It's like the liquor on the counter
Makin money by the hour
continually wrote
Mornings are tough, miss the nights I would hold ya
Hate as more time goes by, the flame grows colder
Yeah it kills to distance me from you
I
to the side
It took patience It took grind
Only the real in my eyes
Only the family by myside
F Three M they here to ride
Only the realest
What I deal wit it
If
schooled her but the bitch didn't bother
You couldn't blame her 'cause she got it from her
She was a rider from jump, her pop's died in the hands
a lie stop the limo
Jump inside the Lilac Darvin Ham
I can't remember what she said
It was, "Blah, blah, blah"
Something 'bout her Instagram
Okay, but she
(Yukmouth)
Yes!
(Uh!)
Yes!
Welcome!
(Thug niggas throw yo turf in the air!)
Smoke-A-Lot up in this bitch!
(Throw yo hood in the air!)
A-G-2
on a nigga, block and it sound like I dropped a missile, Drop em all dead, that's the mission
We gon' kill him one by one, We gon' get him, hit him up, We
pack heat
Got turned out early by them scandalous freaks
Addicted to crime so I stay in the mix
With a love for hoochie chicks and pulling jewelry
with a lot on my mind let my feelings all go
I'm tryna pour up a pint mix it all with the sprite and get in my mode
My heart be matching my neck this
was down on my luck lots
The point broke off was stuck in a tough spot
What's sought after the most is something I've got
I've gave it enough thought
We
Never riding dirty keep it clean
Last night mix it with codeine
In the booth bout to make a scene
Shawty with me wavy popped a bean
Never riding dirty
story got two sides
One facts, one all lies
Do they love you 'cause you been official?
Or 'cause you beneficial?
Time heals but it also refills
It's Champa Bay
Grew up in Philly but I moved here in nine six
Not many are from here it's an up north Caribbean mix
Came here for a new start with new
to have it your way
Get dough or die, floss at all costs
Cash out and mash out, brought to you by
Grand Hustle and Young Money
I hope you niggas brung money
thank you
And I'm grateful for everybody
That's listenin' right now
We doin' this together
I don't care if it's 300 people, 500 people
2,000 people, 8
think I'm an addict, I got lots of habits
I think I'm an addict, try to talk me down and I won't have it
Sometimes I get lost in my thoughts, I'm gone
chat no verbalist
Say it to my face like an in person Ting
Omw to the club wid the guys
It's a vibe see a sweet 1 no haribo
Two peas in a pod like mario
redemption and hold it to your jaw
Climb aboard, jump out the ninety-ninth floor
That bitch on the salt box, know when I rain I pour
Shoot up the Mardi
real from the jump, y’all really hop too much
Easy, Shep
I do more and I say less
I prove more when I stay stressed
A 2-4 and a 2-door might be the apex
Shy Boog he a hoe
To be honest I know that's a no
Leave the house with my two twin poles
And that K get to singing like it's Keisha Cole
At times I
shawty
I'm the, I'm the, I'm the king of the Northwest, hear it, nigga, listen up, dawg, I know you
Niggas can't fuck with me, I'm not No sir, mix a lot
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