Lyrics:
on deck, on deck to the fullest
Got that type of game and I'm know just to pull 'em
Now as I stroll and as I pass by
I'm maxin' with my doggs feelin'
A wha do dem a wha do dem dem dem
(Hey yo, a wha do dem likkle peppa skull dem ere) Oh what a scorching day
Hah Hah summer sun just a fling dung hits
before your eyes just like a dope fiend
It seems, my main thing was to be major paid
The game sharper than a motherfuckin' razor blade
Say money bring
We all running the same race
Just to pay some bills
Staring monsters in their face (with grace)
You’d be so proud
Money made, bills to be paid
Like
to hock, borrow or trade
We ain't riding so high
But we are getting by
And feeling good tonight, I just got paid
on the
I'm scared to love, cause you remind me of my past
Baby, you gotta trust me, cause I gotta girl and you got a man
I don't want you to judge me, I just
was a test
Swept her off her feet and went and bought her ass a Lex
Paid it off cash so I never wrote a check
Leave my cars at her crib I'm just
I'm a hip-hop gangster and my name is Todd
Just stimulated by the beat, bust out the rhyme
Get fresh batteries if it won't rewind
'Cause I play
I did it right
But I was younger then, take me back to when
We found weekend jobs, when we got paid
We'd buy cheap spirits and drink them
I just told Pee, "This really niggas' worst nightmare, man
They don't wanna see Lil Baby with the Barbie" (Papi Yerr)
Tell 'em my Nina, my bitch,
man
They call me Sputnik Stan
Space-ways maintenance man
I see a satellite about to fade
Got to collect
Weigh it in, and get paid
My name's Stan
mature, I got me a therapist to tell me there's other men
I don't want none, I just want you
If I can't have you, no one will, I (I might)
I might kill
I ain't no nigga, fuck that shit
Does everything come out your mouth got to be a 4-letter word?
The way you talk about women is bullshit, plain
high paid shooters (high paid)
I'm tellin' them niggas to D up (D up)
Drop off, hardball
Grandpa got a sawed-off (grandpa)
Can't no work be stepped
to put that ring on your finger, oh girl
Gave you the finer things in life,
Paid any price just to make you happy, was I crazy, oh baby, oh girl
But I
one to help me
Nobody even cared
I had to got through hell
To get those things up there
I paid my first subscription
Then I joined the idle race
be changed
By the time you arrive, you'll forever be changed
Forever be changed, forever be changed
Just watch where you're goin'
And this food
[Chorus]
Just because I'm all G'd up, doesn't
Mean I'm out to cut
Just because,boo,I got game, doesn't
Mean I'll forget your name
Because I
for a solid, it's not her help (Wooo)
Use to think bout the times mama got the belt
Keep on praising her, she was raising me by herself (By herself)
insuring they car
Attracting your star, cause nigga my piece attracting your car
We got too much green, and that's real by far
[Chorus: Repeat 2X]
know who I be
Check it ...
I got that shit all you niggas just love to ride to
Funk for your trunk is what I provide you
So slide through your hood
Let's go down to Alabama
Let's go see my dear old mama
Fryin' eggs and cookin' hammy
That's what I like 'bout the South
She's got baked ribs
more acres the mule didn't work
Got it myself, now thats fresh out the dirt
Never complaining, just simply proclaiming
If you gonna start it you
somethin' for ya
Get rocked by my midnight Glock
Sniper through sound vocal rival to invade the block
Fuckin' bitch paid the price of a snitch
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