Lyrics:
gone, she posted with a thug (yeah, with a thug)
Call the bitch phone, she won't come home, don't beat her up (don't beat her up)
It must be the drugs
to come back to a nigga hoe go where your "Bae" at
Nahh Ian stopping, I got me a vision I'm popping
And if you don't like me then get on skedaddle
I lost
draws
All I gotta do is make a call
And they'll all be gone yeah by tomorrow
Out in traffic me backend and Los
Flipping quarters and dimes like we goin
lean
Don't be mad at this pimping
We just living all of your dreams
Mine is gold, tell a motherfucker take me further now
Everything is purple when you
one thing I want to say.."
[GPM] Uhh, Alamo, is you wit me?
"What goes around comes back around again.."
[GPM] Stud Doogie, is you wit me?
"What
written by rookies working Montreal Expos
I don't care if you act wild, bring your raps to the studio
I'm a get in your booty, yo
I'm a set up a bag
I'm on a mission to get
All the dividends
Money come to me
We really living and life look
A little bit different like Odyssey
I know that I'm gifted
rather die than let them come get me, I'm Don Pablo (Escobar)
Got hit with five though, pulled over, caught with the Roscoe (glock 9)
Coke had his nose
wait to see the flowers
Don't get jaded by these clouds
Don't get jaded
Don't let no one tell you you can't make it
Cause honestly I think I already made
To murder all his feelings
And you cry in the night
When there's no one besides
Your tears
Don't worry baby
I'll be by your side
Don't let it ever get
you try call and get declined
Message at the tone
And I just had to get my figures right
While you spending yours
Stacking up the benjis
Getting high do
a sawed-off
Squeeze the nigga and bodies are hauled off
You too, boy, if you fuck with me
The police are gonna have to come and get me
Off your ass, that's how
This is your last chance to let Chamillion romance ya
Don't be afraid baby let me know
If you want to get sexual
Catch game I'm pitching to ya come up
ain't never paid no bitch
Thank God my ma ain't raise no bitch
All work they ain't ever gave me shit huh
They said I'm a monster
Get judged by who I'm
And we're gonna bring a man up to the microphone right now (here we go, come on)
And goes by the name of uh, well he doesn't know (check it out come on yo)
me
Are you serious right now
Well you need to think about it
Call your mama
maybe she can help you out this time
I'm just arriving on scene
Can I get
don't pick up when I call em
Now we ballin' dirk range
Nigga can't fuck wit me on my worse day
Go an get them dollars euro yans
Then wake up do that shit
Another lonely Sunday morning
I've got tomorrow on my mind
Yesterday's got me down and dirty
But I'm hoping you'll get me by
Too many wasted nights
of headshots going straight up to your brain
Not talking Pot pvp but you will get slain
Get my money then I dip call me David Blaine
We come up shoot the place
out and touch Him
There He is
Call out His name
There He is
Don't be afraid
There He is
Look up in the sky
There He is
It's a bird it's a plane
my baby, don't be mad My intentions wasn't to break your heart or make you sad
And this feeling I get without you no lie make me mad And I can't handle
the smell
Came from the mud, I ain't never had nobody
Did it by myself and this music was a hobby
Haters try to stop me, I'ma smurda like I'm Bobby
Don't
street life
Memorial service they telling him by
Keeping it with me I cant get hit
Mention my name imma step on some shit
You want to be down but you don't
you
Badder than you
Radder than you, etcetera
I told you I get paid by the letter like
ABCDEFGHIJKLMNOPQRSTUVWXY
ZZ top, yes he rock
And me
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