Lyrics:
I swing funky rap routines and tap the jaws
Spot ya twenty points and you still can't score
Nuttin, cause you ain't got no points in this game
Kid you
Looking from a third eye, I spot the hidden cam
I know what you look like, I know how you think
I'm the type of bitch to pop a pill up in your drink
I
reporter to go pick up ten thousand from Dez
and go take about like twenty G's from Gino
Tell that muh'fucker get this nigga next door up out of here
Nigga
Sling dope sling crack and them E pills
That's why I'm on the low like a damn navy seal, I'm running
Got to live for today cause tomorrow ain't promised
a fifth, wonderin' if ten shots can stop spirits
If nigga's try to rob me then I won't hear it
Cause it's different from the streets, I'm missin' my hood
just needs
He's my boyfriend
So why am I filled with unease?
It's 2017 and I live like a queen
And I've followed damn near every
One of my dreams
I'm
live in California, drive a drop top
Roll by the beach, look at the freaks
jump in my car, I do it every week
DJ's who know call me Mister Short
All
of the black stations ever have played it
I tried to blame it on mtv
And say, "damn, they cold played me for young mc"
But when you get down to it, I'm
made it, then my song faded
And none of the black stations ever have played it
I tried to blame it on MTV
And say, "Damn, they cold played me for
and regulations
Separate myself from y'all, segregation
Tryin to stop Xzibit and Dre? Humiliation
Pure elevation, got me some inspiration
Two bitches in bubble
And they smokin funny - shuddup yo' damn mouth!)
I swing funky rap routines and tap the jaws
Spot ya twenty points and you still can't score
Nuttin - cause
piping on the cheesecake seats
I'm known for hittin' women's soft spots
With Princess cut Canaries the size of lemon cough drops
[Paul Cain]
I'm
lungs
Looking at my family like, "Damn y'all were the ones"
I sacrifice my life for hundreds, fifties, twenties
Tens, fives, and ones , so dumb
I'd
of plastic pumps for the after party
Yo, by the way, go get my album
Damn
Millze cillzan sillzome plilzay dilzzouble dilzutch
Hilzzoo?
My gizzirl
The likes of me, F-you-D-G-E brains compete
Wit CP0-three's intelligence
Accompanied by Mike Z-double-O-T
Shabaam Sahdeeq, Skam, Kweli, and Spinna
able to control this?
I know some fok' that live by the levee
That keep on telling me they heard the explosions
Same shit happened back in Hurricane
lungs out
I'ma walk in, I clutch it like it's a war house
All your bitches that bust it, they live in your house
What goes up come down, my nigga,
I've only been
To this spot twice
And it only gets
Better
With time
But it woulda been 100 percent better
If I wasn't outside
All night standing
and robbery
And a twenty room mansion, buck-naked with a lot of freaks
It ain't cool if my people don't eat they part of the reason
I got away from all that
shit was live on stage, dog
That night felt like a nigga had
The whole world on my shoulders
Twenty years old tryna find a warm
Spot in this world
Damn Gucci Mane, you so unruly
If I'm standing in ya way, then pussy nigga
Come move me 10-17, yeah that's my movement
Got 10 young killers on the back
another shot
Damn the music loud
I'm 'bout to mix it up and blend in in the crowd
Grip slip slide by the dance floor
Baby grab me by my hand say she
Ten long miles, from a long way home
I'm headed downtown cause I'm workin' on this lil mixtape
With no fillers, no throwaway songs, hopin' that this
and it ain't luck
If 20 years after his first single, his name's stuck
From '74 to '99, did novice to king, wit a million
MC's waitin in line
Keep a barrel
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