Lyrics:
jackin me, they all up on my dick
Niggas be asking for handouts, that shit I don't play about
I told that lil nigga get the fuck up go get it now
Man stop
Nuttin bout you, your crew, because you talk shit
I'm the Lethal Weapon boy, ridin the apocalypse
If you're in my way, then lay beneath the ground soon
sliding in the coupes tryna get my money up
Huh
Aye
Hadda get it by the two
Gotta get by the deuce
Multiply it by the twenty
You feeling down well shit
the room
There's no love that I feel
There's no love anymore
But there is a door that I walk through
In it; imaginary shit that I like to talk to
And when I
Russian Draco in that Lamborghini call it Lamb Chop
You faking ass muh’ fucking shooters, I can’t stand ya’ll
On that damn wok
(hm)
I can’t damn talk
On my
[Chorus: x 2]
Got a nigga gone got a got a nigga gone
Got a got a nigga gone
Off that Hennessey and Hydro
[Verse 1: I-20]
I'm droed out dead
Break that meaning down, that means disturbed in your mental
And that's absurd, I kick the illest shit you ever heard
Every rhyme to the last line
Niggas is losing, confusion, with one-time on pursuit moves in
Grabbing niggas up in this movement to rule shit
Cop versus the block, shorties is
now, is it
Yeah, talk about the love thing that I pushed
I'ma take it back where I was and I knew I was him
I ain't never played around, cause I just
the bragging and who it's done to
Everyone claims that the times are a changing as theirs pass them by
And everyones's right
Way down beneath all the talk
night," come on, that shit corny
I'm tired of finger-fuckin' this phone
Phone calls bore me, you got me horny
Is you against me or is you for me?
Is you
to the lyrics
Eminem all that shit
Every Eminem song on the album I know it off by heart boy
Just kept on listening
His flow his diversity everything man
He got
shit was meant to be
20 gold chains on, shit I think I'm Mr. T
If I could live my life again I wouldn't do it differently
Prolly bring my father back,
out, that shit a punt
Out in traffic, I'm not tryna talk, just tell me what you want
Wedding crasherz, shake, deals, LCG 20 a ball
Dopeboy, said you
High thinkin', I don't do no love, baby
Felt her ego back sinkin
I told her that I had some damn reasons
I can get you whacked, dawg, just by my
cocomelon
Fuck them im winning, 2-0 up
They make me sick right to the stomache till I damn near throw up
Who's that at the door
Your girl a thot, Yh she
to hide
We bout it bout it
Drivin by all the girls they would say hello
Kill Bill I got the pussy wagon
Paint that shit yellow
Lost old friends and fam
Had
bitch, I'm different
If they ask you 'bout me, tell' 'em that's just stove talk, I'm realistic (big cap)
shit, you think he really got enough money
Real talk
I might not make it out won't last
Real talk, I see snakes up in the grass
Real talk, That spun 180 on that dash
Real talk, I see snakes in
Uh-huh, yo (oh, oh)
Uh-huh, yo (uh-huh, uh-huh, oh, oh)
Uh-huh, yo (bounce, bounce)
See around here (uh-huh, uh-huh, uh)
I made things that make
That tick on by let's talk the hypeness that I get
This wrist going ape shit dropping jaws ain't face lift
When I flick a 16 foot fade away on the same
yours
You even get mad, that's just the way it is
You know she walk like that talk like that, dress like the shit
She 5'5 got brown eyes you damn
nigga)
gettin' my own money ya' heard me(my own money ya' heard me)
[Chorus: x2]
Who got that ya-yo off the boarder
We got that, yeah
Who shut cha' down
worried 'bout nobody
It's enough that I'm here by myself and
You know how to touch me
Trust gon', thought you loved me
You postin' that shit so you
Really
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