Lyrics:
caught the foul just like the ref
I'm better off all by myself
Maybe I'm narcissist as well
But anyways
I just charge it to the game
Pussy, money, weed I
I hear you talking mad shit (Wayne)
I ain't hating but I know
She don't love you right (Cherlise)
I hope you walking like you talking girl
Yeah you
the weak-ah.
Speak when spoken to
Yeah I broke a few.
And by the way I was hoping you
Had a freak for me and a freak for you.
I make her do for us
The same
while you on the game
These niggas fell off they not in they lane
She like " you from New York
You sound like bane "
Run up a milli' I feel like Lil Wayne
fair
Be a chalk outline on a Hollywood Square
Lady Faye back in '52 was a fiend for fame
Not a lick of talent, paid dues, got fucked by John Wayne
The Bricks That Came From Panama
I Shipped 16 To Arkansas
And Sent The Rest To Witchitaw
Meet Us For The Fever Then
Goin Down In Cleveland
Yea I Put My Tax
yeah, squeeze triggers
You gotta put in some time for this
Almost lost my mind for this
Fuck all that crying lil bitch
Niggas round my way, they dying
me a K
For Christmas I bought me a Nine
If I see that lil boy he dying
Ay, I got a bad lil' ho
She gon' shake that cake
Yeah I know the lil' bitch she
fair
Be a chalk outline on a Hollywood Square
Lady Faye back in '52 was a fiend for fame
Not a lick of talent, paid dues, got fucked by John Wayne
see what I mean, see what I mean
See what I mean, see what I mean
Say lil' mama put me on, baby put me on
Then I have you gone, then I have you gone
Yeah, that's hella rings (hella rings)
Hollywood hills, I'm with hella tings
Put some game in her ear, I'ma tell her things, yeah
This the lifestyle
Drizzy
He gave me a gift
Back when the rap game was praying I'd diss
They act like two legends cannot coexist
But I'd never beef with a nigga for
to the man who put you here
And don't wait for the sky to clear
I'll leave my window open
'Cause I'm too tired at night to call your name, oh
Just know
shame
Another thug nigga killed in the dope game
Young black men dropping like flies
I seen the tears running down
His baby momma's eyes
An epidemic that
in sky above have put a blot on my fun.
I'll try to fly high above for a place in the sun.
I'll face the unknown, I'll build a world of my own;
No
Ah, The Butcher comin', nigga
Ay yo Harry you crazy for this shit
(La música de Harry Fraud) (bah)
In interviews talkin' Plug talk
Got my name
Get my skinny lil' ass kicked
Niggas laughed 'till the first motherfucka' got blasted
I put the nigga in his casket
And now they covering
This them golf boys, like them hot boys
For the nine, 9 and 2,000, but its the 2,000
When the one four and the one five, yo what up Wayne
(What up
back, he is not the guy (he ain't the one)
I told her bring soda, rock and raw, nigga (boy)
I put lil shorty to sleep, rock-a-bye, nigga (bitch)
Two
at T-Pain and Lil Wayne, y'all should really be ashamed how y'all really tryna play them (facts)
You could throw in Nicki too
DMX to name a few
Reachin'
Hold your head up lil' bruh
You're not dead lil' bruh
You are brown when this world is black and white lil' bruh
I know how it sounds low lil
Ladies and gentlemen
This here is another one for the steppers
DJ Wayne Williams put the record on
Whoa oh whoa oh whoa oh whoa yeah
Whoa yeah
the ones in the hood like Connor gon' put the city on
Fuck that shit nigga, fuck that shit go
Live for my hood, look this for my block
Ride for the hood,
grow up (man, fuck you)
Forever late for shit, won't buy shit, sit around and deny shit (man)
Fuck around on a side bitch, then come fuckin' up my shit
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