Lyrics:
Suckas on my jock when I walk down the block
I really don't care if you're jealous or not
'Cause I make the songs, you sing along
And your radio's deaf
coast get blowed by the Los
With my nigga Bloc in good fo a block
Let's go to his trap all i gotta do is knock
When deal with Ross you dealing with
by God.
(what you think of dis game?)
So all these niggas that's jealous man.
I'm takin the bitches myself.
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Suckers on my jock when I walk down the block
I really don't care if you're jealous or not
Cause I make the songs, you sing along
And your
yeah
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Suckas on my jock when I walk down the block
I really don't care if you're jealous or not
'Cause I make the songs, you sing along
And your radio's deaf
Any new car or face could mean bloodshed
Which led to the other night, I'm in my girl's Bug, right
I'm bout to hit the block to see who's chillin'
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We gon’ have to take your ghetto ass outside
Big promise
I’m the realest one you’ll ever watch watch watch watch
I been building up from the block
but somehow I got by.
Creflo prayed, Mike Vick payed,
Bobby Brown strayed, Whitney lost weight.
Kimbo Slice on da pad when I write,
Dat may why
need the W by any means, yadada
Yadada mean, tell that lil' bitch that I'm outta her league
Enough is enough, and I think I'm allergic to suckers
You
on me now
Fuck
Are you jealous
Are you dripping in karats and celery now
Trappin in perry ellis
Poppin dem Perkys n suckin' my dick in da house
White girl
jealous and I just lose it
You shouldn't love me I'm toxic
Gun to your head and I cocked it
He texting you bitch block him
'Fore he got stitches all in his
you can tell
And I'm sick
You da iron to my sickle-cell
So don't trip on the time
Girl we ticking well
And you're all mine
So we kick it well
If me
Winnin' Team Cole Music bitch
Look who Back again
Muscle car cole yeah time to throttle Up
Gonna Need some entertainment
Call da models up
Da Clique
What’ll they do no tellin’
Climbed out the hole they fell in
Wrist water no melon
Im up they so jealous
Im up they so jealous
Im so Focused
This ain’t by
Jealousy, they try to tell me it's jealousy
I ride to her crib guess i better leave
Women they never could better me
They swear that it's real girl
'cause even Mike Jordan's two boyz want to be Like I
All I eva hear when da girls go by is
Why am I so fly
I don't know, but uh
I go by the name
wear red
Any new car or face could mean bloodshed
Which led to the other night, I'm in my girl's Bug, right
I'm bout to hit the block to see who's
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Gucci Mane in the building
Big Cat Records, Laflare Entertainment
(Big Cat, whassup?)
Yeah, I'ma kill 'em with this one
Ah!
starter coats
Laflare entertainment by myself
But I used to have a high right, low left
Gettin' money by da truck loads
Rollin up big fat el productos
be jealous cuz I got motion
And niggas be telling so I stay lo
Knowing I got it but I play broke
I’m tryna get out the trenches fr
Stick in da 30 I’m
Straight to the block, to the hood, to a spot
Cocaine to a rock, deuce deuce in a sock
Every dollar closer to a drop
Every drop is closer to a cop
bout da greatest
Hov is a just heaux & PAC still
Got da block
We’ll see who ready 2 pop
Cuz da Truman show bout 2 stop
And I ain’t just
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