Lyrics:
of town
Put it down for the Father of Rap
And if yo' ass get cracked
Bitch shut yo' trap come back, get back
That's the part of success
If you believe in
the head with the remote control
Opened a hole and my whole brain fell out of my skull
I picked it up and screamed, "Look bitch, what have you done?"
"Oh
to him!
C'mon boy, back to your cell.
Shut that shit up bitch! He's outta here, c'mon.
Don't be callin' my woman no bitch! I'll fuck you up!
Yeah
thous with the dice game
Drive fast, live young
Push start, I'ma start,
She up and down that boulevard
Going hard, going hard
Oh you bout that life, want
bouquet
And by the look at my paint, man it's a wonderful spray
Sucker trynna fuck my high up on a sucker-free day
I told that sucker park your whip cause
their minds) You'll be aight though
Au contraire, nigga, I am here 'cause I earned the shit
By ridin' out, when niggas had learner's permit
We bring
you Dainy more than living itself
Even though my friends tell me she ain't good for my health
When I go pick her up they tell me put her back
For the Father of Rap
And if yo' ass get cracked, bitch shut
Yo' trap
Come back, get back, that's the part of
Success if you believe in the S you'll be
the evening
You're leaving out the building as you kiss your girl goodbye
Thought you was safe and got caught by surprised
"What's goin on?", as I reply
"Shut
Keep it comin'
I'm comin' around like your friend now
I think you should shut up and sit down
Don't want your jewels, I want your drugs
Don't want your
You need to sh-shut the fuck up..
"Shut da fuck up"
Wha wha, Yea, yea
What, what, Beatminerz baby
Jean Grae, A.B. emcee, stay out
Yea take that,
men
I don't care how rough you roll, we can't be shut down
Ain't no opening up shop, we already established
You lap dogging, we boss hogging
Grown
fuckin' with nobody, bitch
You can shut the fuck up and get fucked out this world
I'm rockin' these diamonds, these bitches
They sit on my body but I'ma
did, did whats-a name done
Get at you yesterday? Who? Deeez nuuuts
Aw, shut up nigga
I wanna ask you one question
If I had some nuts, hangin'
license (skrrt)
My diamonds on freeze
But the old me would rob Mike Tyson (shut up, lay down)
Your bitch chose me
Got a cuff with no key but we solid
want, pull up
This bitch a mini Pakistan, its body's pilin' up
My wrist got flawless karats in it, the wagon mounted' up
Tom ford skully, tom ford jeans
twins
By the way we shake hands
Got it out the mud, but we grew up in the sand
You a shooter or a fan?
We can't get at you, then we gon' bring it
Put 'em in a bag and shut they mouth (shut up)
Police walk around, they won't hear a sound (uh-uh)
I'm all by myself and I keep it a hundred
I keep
don't, bitch, you better run (Ayy)
They comin' with the sticks and the drums
(Ayy) the money make the band sound great
Buh-buh-buh-buh
What's your rate?
if you don't respect
You know I'm from the 3rd bitch
You gone by casualty bitch
I'ma soldier
(mia x)
Rounding up my soldiers
Scooping up my warriors
men
I don't care how rough you roll, we can't be shut down
Ain't no opening up shop, we already established
You lap dogging, we boss hogging
Grown
know how you do
Please make yo killin's clean
Slugs up in between
They eyes, like True Lies
Kill 'em and flee the scene
Just bring back the coke
can’t keep this beast inside
Shut the fuck up
yea yea yea
Gangster, bitch I ain’t fucking with a lame
Perkys keeping my mind sane
Don’t have a soul
Snitch
Don't let your mouth open up
'Cause you don't want to see the handgun open up, no
Don't let your mouth open out
'Cause you don't want
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