Lyrics:
up ya lighter, up ya lighter
Up ya lighter 'fore we spark; check it out
Southeast to Pennsylvania, Transportation Authority
Is what I
the Don, is what they tell me
I'm armed i'm droppin' niggas like bombs
Get in that ass like a thong
Picture a felon in ya presence
Takin' bustas back
paper cause I would love to date ya
Holla at ya when I come off tour, yeah
I got this Spanish chica, she don't like me to roam
So she call me cabron
beers
No, just one, we'll split it"
Then I said I'm guessin' that
You're probably not too bright
So read me back my order
Let's make sure you got it
rap stuck in a paradigm
Good thing
I got the keys for redesign
Ya, ya, ya, ya
Crawling my way to a life sippin Devine wine
Ya, ya, ya, ya
Don't
(yea)
[Snoop]
Fuck that man, the game is to be sold, not to be told, first things first
I'm a gangsta, nigga, so I'ma roll
Ya got to get bout it
la la
Looking back it's like oh my God
Ohhhhhh
I was like
Ya ya ya ya
Ya ya ya ya
I was like
Ya ya ya ya
Ya ya ya ya ya
It's got me feeling like
Like
these streets
So please pay attention when you're coming around
'Cause the block got it's eyebrows down, ya heard me?
I'm still back for the first damn
by, I'll be by, I'll be by your side
You'll be by, you'll be by, you'll be by mine
Linked back in '09
Damn, you got fine
We would cuddle and kiss
Showed
want it
Y'all don't want it, y'all just fronting, homeboy, then back up off me
I'm a young fly soldier, thought I told ya, wack cats is gon' be over
My life's been crossed, crooked since a seed it hurts
Got a package from the devil, payin' my deeds
Preoccupied by the greed, in this crooked life I
My life's been crossed, crooked since a seed it hurts
Got a package from the devil, payin' my deeds
Preoccupied by the greed, in this crooked life I
ya'll can't hold me
Naughty By Nature, do my dirt all by my lonely
You need back off bitch, you don't know me
Got to leave these hoes alone, they too
fuck ya, nigga, I don't need ya
750 my Adidas
Dripping sauce by the liter (Uh)
Run it up, take it all
And bring that shit to my grave
And I can't seem
your back babe
Yeah I got your back babe
Yeah I got your back baby yeah
Yeah I got your back babe
Yeah I got your back babe
Yeah I got your back baby
fuck with stock hats
I get it by any means, rockin Balenciaga with custom jeans
I could fuck ya whole team but I'd rather sleep
And I got her all on her
you can hold that, you'll never hold back
Digging deeper never show em
Where ya hole's at
I wasn't told that, but got my toll back
So run with hustle
and
A diggity-cap, my slipp'ry style is
I got the mics, the back pop, crackle and snap
And all that, me and a gang of ping ping bang zoomer
To freak ya outcha
Baby girl I need a rider, a rider
You know I love to be beside ya, beside ya
That's why I act a fool inside ya, inside ya
You got my back cause you
been Unseen back when I met Marine
Freedom is an incoming call... let it ring
I got you, read you, but I'm hard to reach like Machu Picchu
Shocking you
I keep pimpin' i keep pimpin’
I keep I, I keep pimpin'
I, I, I keep pimpin'
I got a bitch in the back
Got a ho in the front
One cookin’ the crack,
Ya got One Shot
To save a soul
Ya got One shot To go for gold
Ya got one Shot
Ya got one shot
Only Got one shot
One Shot
Ta Make a change
One shot
[shit] I got
I check this nigga that I used to snatch jewels wit
back in the day but nevertheless the kid's ass' slingin gas
to pay bills to 'ford some
Fast lanin, but the car flipped
I'm not gonna lie to ya, cause I don't lie
I just kick thick game, some people say: why?
Cause I'm back on the block,
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