Lyrics:
hit it
Fuck her real good, make her call a Uber when I'm finished
That's my nigga Chev, I get to the bag
Flight came with a bed, yo' bitch give me
have a good meal
You can do what ever you feel
Young man, are you listening to me?
I said, young man, what do you want to be?
I said, young man,
you say in your raps, what you do
So they feel it's part of your obligation to fulfill
When they see you on the streets, face to face, are you for
me feel
Throw up my hands cause this feeling is real
Move em around cause your puttin' it down
Your love is Gangsta'
I want to thank ya
hair
And leaned across the bar
I did my best not to stare
But man, she made it hard
I asked that trucker next to me
Hey, what looks good today
He
ass up
I'ma get in the other car"
"Aight"
If there's beef cock it and dump it
The drama really means nothin' to me
I'll ride by and blow ya
I am Jeremiah Dixon
I am a Geordie boy
A glass of wine with you, sir
And the ladies I'll enjoy
All Durham and Northumberland
Is measured up by
rag drop, and the west had it locked
Everybody doing 'em, I'm still scratchin on the block
Like "damn, I'ma be a failure"
Surrounded by thugs, drugs,
gangsta
Flipmode keep it gangsta
Everybody keep it gangsta
You know the one who keeps it gangsta
Yeah, who gon' wax ya good
Who gon' wax ya pretty
And soon enough I had a throne
Don't get it twisted I'ma bastard
But boy I'm grown
And only fuck with a few niggas
That's right nigga, a few good niggas
No
get it, gotta have it (yeah), once I got it, I'ma spend it (yeah)
Then it's back to doing any damn thing just to get it (yeah)
The re-ups be like
gotta feel ya boy
It's our year
know how I feel
Well if its good enough to get broke off a proper chunk
Ill take a small piece of some of that funky stuff
Hook Snoop Doggy Dogg
Its
Ayy, ayy, what that shit mean when I be seein' like POV on everything, like?
Aw, yeah, like, okay (Gangsta Grizzill)
From my point of view
Bitches
Vaseline")
("Now you're gettin' done without Vaseline")
("Damn, it feels good to see people, on it")
The bigger the cap, the bigger the peelin'
Who gives
I can do bad by myself know
What I mean? for real
Okay, action goin' in
Rap game paid me, trap game made me
We used to be good friends now she can't
old boys can't do,
We grow good old tomatoes and homemade wine,
Country boy can survive,
Country folks can survive,
Cause ya can't starve us out and ya
loved by a real good man
I've learned what I've learned
By finding the right way in all of my wrong turns
I love what I love
I ain't afraid to say it
move her to it (to it)
And the way I dealt with love, it's like I get consumed
By girls who never satisfied with everything I'm doin' (damn)
It's like
know me from that block where we move them rocks)
(You better make it fast, watch your ass, or get pursued by cops)
You don't know what its like up
Uh, I'm smoking that reefer
And sippin’ champagne damn mayne
I remember those days I was covered in rain
Now it seems i'm surrounded by bitches
real good
Been wearin' the same clothes 'bout eight days
When they cut the 8 ball when they flipped it eight ways
I don't feel clean, but a nigga so
been times where it's been embarrassin' to be a
White boy, white boy, you're a rockstar
My momma talkin' to me, tryna tell me how to live
White boy
know me from that block where we move them rocks)
(You better make it fast, watch your ass, or get pursued by cops)
You don't know what its like up
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