Lyrics:
in your zapatos
You'd celebrate the minute you
Was having dough i'm like fuck critics
You can kiss my whole asshole
If you don't like my lyrics
You can
such a good head up on his shoulders, but I blew that
Fuck you black, you new cats don't know somethin important
You die quick fuckin' with my shit,
When you call me I get so excited I don't pick up
'Cause as you talk to me I get so nervous that I mix up
All my words, all my, all my words, all
sofa,
(that's fucked up, ha ha)
And you don't wanna fuck with a soldier,
Use your head, or ill take it off ya shoulder,
Mail it to your mom, put a dozen
ain't really gettin' bricks
Its official man ya niggas ain't shit
Tell 'em I said that!
He nigga lying everytime you hear rhymin'
He don't talk
ain't really gettin' bricks
Its official man ya niggas ain't shit
Tell 'em I said that!
He nigga lying everytime you hear rhymin'
He don't talk
outlandish
To fill my pockets then go vanish
At the beach
In the sand
With a fit that is expensive from the
Toes knees shoulder to head
Na na put me to bed
money, music money
Money that could put your girlfriend in a handbag
White tee, Balenciagas, man bag
Left-winger with a long stick like a granddad
AJ
I don't like to divide dough so I multiply flow and subtract maggots
Like a brand new Craftmatic, boy I'm back at it
Smokin' these new boys like my
noodles
Or just talk about sushi rolls
You keep your head up
And let your hair down
You keep your head up
And let your hair down
Waffles at midnight
I'm going bezerk
Everybody want it all but don't wanna put in the work
You want that? My heat work
You want that? It's teamwork
You got that?
woman that's fit for a king, It Won't be long till I wife her with a ring,
With my daughter in the mix, I don't fear anything
Got that Semi auto
bucks
(My pops put the house up) he said:
Scruff-faced for life
Enveloped cheap talk out the
Side of his mouth due to the
But had the appetite for extra
got it through my head not to run my mouth
So when you talk 'bout, "You know who"
I don't know who you talkin' 'bout
Accordin' to my old bish, I be
know dad is here?
(Daddy's right here, daddy's right here)
I don't play, boy
Over y'all dead body 'fore my daughter pose in Playboy
We don't condone
Other MC's, I want you to know
If you ever want to battle me, don't move slow
Come and get it cause I'm waitin and I got nowhere to go
Head to head
Other MC's, I want you to know
If you ever want to battle me, don't move slow
Come and get it cause I'm waitin and I got nowhere to go
Head to head
huh 4800 though
Cali street weed I don't do the medical
Ballin' like a nigga playing four quarters
My old head, Blazer, call him Terry Porter
T-G-O-D by
the Suave House (Bad Boy)
Representing (no doubt, baby)
Put a little soul in here
And we don't stop
No one has to ask who be actin' bad
Eightball
teeth
And you better put the "O" in front of my "G"
The bullshit they talking doesn't come to my knee
I'm like a linebacker, don't run it by me
My two
be on CNN like Michael Jackson
Not 'cause I died, but who I brought with me
Don't let my bitch drink it all, in case I need a kidney
Double R parked
at? In the middle, yup
Mommy, if you got a fat ass, make it jiggle, yup
Put it in my next video shot by Little X
And M-E-F gon' work 'til their ain't
to fill
Hanocha na ulo echego o
Go get the bag! get out your feelings
Don't get distracted
Don't get attached heard what I do when I fight with my demons
jewelry customized by my artist
Six months locked, got a head start bitch
I was nigga rich befo' I ever got a rap check
Yellow Corvette same color Moet
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