Lyrics:
Man I just gotta hit a lick
Would rob my plug but she pretty as a bitch
Hit her with this dick, watch her bless me for the zips
Lil Boosie, wipe me
your ass into curriculum, I mean history
Call that 9 Omarion, lil fucker will get busy
Serve ya up to ya homies like a fuckin' frisbee
Ahhh, we goin
five or a grand
My lil bro Step don't dance
Spin spin spin spin again
Masked Up No CTV's
I'm tryna see what you see in me
I was on the run couldn't stay
clothes
"Tony, please put that dick right in my throat"
That's all you had to say, lil' bitch, I'm on go
She suckin' it slow told that bitch speed it up
you too easy
I'm playa made lil baby don't believe me
Just give it time she'll be acting like she need me
Just give it time she'll be acting like she
Bitch
Haaa let's go
I get fucked up for the hell of it
Nigga I'll rob you niggas without the stick
I can't fuck that bitch she look too stiff
I get
the block up like Rob Lowe
Bodega liquor store, I'm dead in the window
PPP symbol got FBI on lookout
Strip the dirty clothes, hit a 118 cookout
I woof
winnin'
She rollin' and lacin' it, I put my face in it, love how it's feelin'
Stackin' bands to the ceiling
Lil cuban link on my neck,
My wrist iced cus
rather Hustle our way Up
How U gone Rob the Goon
This ain't no time to play
We dont do minimum wage
We rather Hustle our way Up
I move that Work by the Day
wonder why we stay strap with a extra clip
Cause death around the corner
Can't let him catch me slip
On my block niccaz hustle and rob to live
By 19 we
Lil' Turk
Bling blingin' everyday, plus I got work (bling)
Nigga like me stay in the cut twenty-four/seven
Steady stackin' my ends on dubs,
Lil' Turk
Bling blingin' everyday, plus I got work (bling)
Nigga like me stay in the cut twenty-four/seven
Steady stackin' my ends on dubs,
white
'96, Seventeen with a lil' Beamer
First foreign car far from a lil' dreamer
Daddy severed his relationships
I think momma quit him 'cause he
(You)
(You are my high)
(Ooh ohh)
(You)
She'll be high by in the nighttime
(You are my high)
(Ohh baby)
(Huhah)
She'll get high in the nighttime
shells/
And that's no Folktale/
Take straight drop- turn it into guap
24 on the clock- stackin' up this knot
Ask about me, move rocks like slang-shots
of that and she'll suck yo' dick
She's a bootch, she fat, she out there bad
I promise you somethin' proper Lil' Diva, the devil pleaser
The neighborhood
it out slow, R.I.P to bro
Like what are you livin' for, You always just want a lil more
Penny by penny, we stackin' up, me and bro got fifty cakes from
you
My bitch ass is A1, in love with her top too
Lil' Booka'll drop you
Leave your ass wet up, this chain I got is wetter
Don't trust no hoes, they
out these shows and I stand on the stage
You know I'ma get me a load (a load)
I ride with my brothers, we stackin' this mud
You know I'ma pour up
Slayworld soldier
It's a lot of drip up on my body
I'm-I'm fucked up on this' lil thotty
She said, How you get your girl tsunami
She gettin' wet when
Thought that I should give them all my love
But it turns out they would rob me even just for lil dubs
Fake motherfuckers in the dust
I ain't pull up
Can't even take her shopping, I don't go to the mall
I hustle every day, I got mud in my cup
She keep callin' my phone, she'll never give up
I finally
Alright, Alright, Alright, Alright
Hug the hammer like a proud parent
Cause I done heard more
Gunshots then crowds cheering
Followed up by loud
I got an inside pool and Jacuzzi
I'm gettin' sucked off by lil' Suzy
I put my nut on her back, then pull up my slacks
Hundred degrees, let
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