Lyrics:
Ain't no bubbly, I drink muddy
I just bought some new Celine so your bitch wanna fuck me
She love me, won't cuff me, I know she might thug me
I
picture me not
In this spot with this glock and these rocks to cops
I know every basehead from here to the wasteland
With keys, and connects me and Cease
I'm in I meet her friends, then I'm hooking my thugs
We'll be blowing hundreds, always knowing where the fun is
Roadrunners finding more spots than
How long can he go? (Thanks Yakree)
I was shinin' hard, I was grindin'
When they see me, I was gone from off the lean, smokin' dope, dope, dope
since Bugsy, bitches love me
In Queens where my drugs be, I wear Guess jeans and rugbies
Yo, my people from Medina, they will see you when you re-up
hoe
I catch your mama going to therapy
And cut her throat
You lil' sister walking home from school
I abduct her, then I fuck her
I hit ya park
Aye zone three
Now I remember back then
A lot of you boys ain't count me in
But I did myself tho
They like who that is just walked in
Mr zone three
of my size
Mr. Big out the west, I get em gone on the nawf
I got love on the East, you know I'm plugged in the south
Since a jit I been getting in
couldn't drop me
I took it and smiled
Now I'm back to set the record straight
With my AK
I'm still the thug that you love to hate
Motherfucker, I hit 'em up!
You can find me in a cloud of smoke,
Usually I'm posted up in da corner with mah folks
Surrounded by thugs and models
Everybody getting fucked up
featuring Big Tymers, Hot Boys
{Juvenile}
How you love this playboy? This one here bezzled out.
With the Hot Boys and the Tear da
Lord forgive me, if I gotta I'm a die tonight
With my thugs, no love pullin them triggers
Till I see blood face down in the mud with slugs
I'm a mobb
diamond
Y'all 'bout to make me bring my chopper out retirement
I'm from the six, I'm just a product of my environment
I'm the trap president, I'm not
me (yup)
This one them ones for me (whew, whew)
This one them ones for me
You was a ho in high school, you used to run from me
I went to school
you from existance
niggas like that shouldn't be livin.
(Biatch!)
Got another muthafucka on my shit list
I'm a cut off his dick list
I mean my
Come on
We back baby
Swishahouse, T.F.
Mr. Lee, P. Wall
I got the screw tape playin' in the deck, so I drive slowly (slow)
Got them swangers
Uhh, uhh...
Uhh, uhh...
M.O.P. in the house, kid.
BLAU! You know what I'm sayin? Check this out.
Lil Fame's a trigga nigga.
Billy Danze
Three passports, Three first class tickets to the money
Straight flights
I live by the cold war
Drove from round the globe
All I need is
ain't that shit by now I'm soon to be
When I choke hold mics I
Don't give'em room to breathe
I'm just doing me
But girl if you're fine I'll do you free
By
karate
The ice on lil baby from Johnny
Allergic to them, can't let none of these niggas by me
They try me I'm hurting somebody
Open up fire but bitch we
Goodwill loves me Macklemore than you
I've got flat screen TVs, with skate videos on repeat
All the latest CDs, mp3s, and Beats by Dre
Thank you very
think I'm falling out of love
I think I'm falling out of love
She a ghost, Mrs. Ghost
I'm a go, cause she ghost
She play with my love
She play with my
One moment
Welcome, you must be Mr.C
Yea yea let's make this quick
Come take a seat
So first thing first, who are you and what is your
Bae, you gon' have to decide if you can handle bein' with a thug nigga like me
Know as far as my lifestyle, I try keep certain lil' shit away from
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