Lyrics:
Only Fuck Hood Nigga's
You Racist
But Lil Bitch, I Seen You Naked
She Love, I clways Got Weed
She Got Enticed By The V
Then Lil Bitch You Was Sucking
feed niggas that's when they bite yo hand
I don't wanna kill my own fam but I ain't playing
Praying, God the only reason that I got out that jam
Pain was
I had a six pack of Genus
Niggaz know that the flow be wicked
Been nice since Tri Backs can they kick it
Can't walk with out lil momma trying
Take her on a few trips
Now I'm the daughter of a madam
Inside of a pink phantom
If ya man got that cash
Then best believe I met him
'Cause I'm sharp
feel invincible
There's no convincing the dude
We got more business to do
Prayin' to God that my vision come true
Numbers is what I'm wishin' to do
smokin', I don't wanna hear that shit, nigga
Count that shit up, split it with my dawg
Got your bitch in the spot and she turnt up (Turnt up)
Geeked up
woah (yeah)
Oh, Eddie Franco (oh)
My heart full of rage
I might go on a drill
Bitch stalking my page
Almost got me killed, yeah
Feel like Lil Wayne
When
Still gonna be realest ever
Never saluted by gangstas plus
I'm respected and TDC
Look at they craze being in streets like
I'm the only one that they feel
That hoe is not a player (player)
We toss 'em like hot potatoes
Tryna set my crib on a thousand acres
Lil' bitch, I go designer cray
I kicks lots
We gon' ball 'til we fall
Get drunk and choke
Breathe up on that green
Meet me back at the store
Repeat 1
[Gangsta Boo]
I'm watchin' this
and Blue, I got love, nigga
Shout out to Chi-Town, all the G.D.'s
Shout out to 3-0-5, I rep C.C.
Shout out to Lil' Jay, shout out to Jay-Z
Shout out
'Cause the one off of dead soldiers hang a lil' loose
Where AK-47s that they shootin' into heaven
Like they tryin' kill a Jetson that struggles little
Chemistry seen but unspoken my ride or die my lil' baby gon' slide
I got a nigga that say that he loves me to keep it a band can't tell if it's real
Before
let's go
Step up out the club wit a dizzy head
I got two chick that got dizzy legs
I'm bout to double up (One on each arm)
You know I'm bout
that I fly
All in the mind, I might just blow this whole shit up and leave em with nothing to find, I'm
Batman hit em with the bruce Wayne flow
Unlike
for us, they Got for
Us
I never let you hoes take me alive, before I go, it's gon' be double homicide, I fuck
With niggas that's attached to macks,
To anything I own, rocks, crack, E and smoke
Got the picture of the seven little reasons
that keep, any nigga disrespectin me breathin
Still I be high,
(And that's your problem)
Look like we got a problem (Like we got a problem)
Lil' mama (Lil' mama)
Time ain't on my hands for you (I'm sorry)
Can't
it just like it’s cocaine
Get my dick out your mouth you is no name
And if she fuckin my mans that bitch got no shame
But I ain’t trippin cuz I been
smile
No need ta copy our styles
What chain't been popped in a while
[Lil' Wyte]
No more fuckin' around by now I'm fed up
I see your face has
Lil mama got the sauce always drippin baby
Say dat a** is soft well let me feel it baby
Take them panties off and let me drill it baby
Then I'm takin
It's MBC
MoneyMade
I'm making moves lil baby I'm making moves
Tryna stack all of these commas like I got something to prove now
You give it all just
see me as no captain of the team in winning place
Cause I'm Guddah Raised,
Packing heat and selling rocks living by my Guddah ways
Bitches got these
my mind
That's why I be smokin' that dank sometimes, it keeps me from snappin'
Keeps me calm, keeps my mind open, keeps me fond of what I gots to do
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