Lyrics:
the fuck is y'all aimin for?
If it's fox, fuck you ain't name me for?
Like I told you before, I'm b.k.'s illest
Dangerous bitch, b.k.'s realest
Heat play wit
and roll up the Swisher
But don't drink all my liquor
You know it's all good my nigga
Give me one second, I'll pose for your picture
Like cheese, cheese,
it's time to eat
Shopping spree’s often catch me out in Boston
(Damn) polo to the floor my nigg but
I don’t do the golf
Higher than an Astronaut more
around im a hit it from the back
Yeah
Put it in my face im a eat it like a snack
Hey
You a bad bitch make a nigga throw a Stack
KaChing
Ima eat that booty
Only time we make it to the
TV if it's the news
We was tryna make it out them trenches
You dig?
Young niggas trappin' out them benches
You dig?
You gon'
worry its okay to cry
If you need a hug I'm by ya side
And push the box they try to fit us inside, ideeeee
You can never ever tell me, how to care of my
and never got up
The neighborhood paralyzed, crack drive-bys
It's evident we hurt, you ignored our cry
On the outside the ghetto just another mindstate
get
We wrote this song for 92 then remixed it for 96
As times goes by quick U.S.U. ain't do hit jackpot thick
Yo you can't win if you don't play, HEY
badge but you not on the lease I stop by Laurita I know I'm gone eat She fry me some chicken for I hit the streets to go handle my business no hope
not talking no tampico (Yeah yeah)
Do you know who made the beat?
Bitch it was DJ Tropixal (Yeah yeah)
Yes I'm snapping on this beat bitch it's Trill
arthritis
Sittin' down by the rhythm review.
Roll over Beethoven rockin' in two by two.
Well, if you feel you like it
Go get your lover, then reel
Papa ain't call even though he saw me on TV, it's all good (fuck you)
But now my balls, balls deep in this broad's jaws, swallow girl, it's just
Well I rehearsed for the verse and I'm number one
Not the best, not the worst, cause my name is Run
And I'm second cause I wreck it, that you want
You like to had to got it til we show up
Styrofoam cup doubled up we bout to po up
Call me Houston Oiler DJ Screw will have you hold up
They saying
speakin' again
I know she shed a tear, when I had to leave, it was pain
But at least you get to weep in the Range
Sometimes I don't see my daughter for
a damn assistent, wanna handle my own papers
You don't like the things we do so why the fuck you commentate us
We learn by ourself, we don't need no one
time eat
Yea they always aiming for the head never the feet
All i do it win like dj khaled no defeat
Vegan need some blues with the strips don’t eat meat
the
Oven and bake ‘em up
Domingo he live by the gun
You don’t cooperate, we cut off your tongue
He don’t understand what the fuck going on
How the fuck these
Grinding every day
To make a way
To let my soldiers eat
Girl I need you
Right here by my side
You make my soul complete
You know you mean the most to me
Them
was Ichabod this hairless horseman is endorsed by all these ornery cinemobs
Lead you in the Horrorshow right in front row it's terrible
It leaves you
the reasons why, I
I always seem to make you cry, I
Just don't know why
Well could it be
You always running in the streets
Come home from work, ain't
Riding Hood.
She always wore a red riding hood.
It was made by her grandma.
Hello, Little Red Riding Hood!
Hi!
Where are you going,
Little Red Riding
of the century
And it don't include the amp (it don't)
I don't eat beans by the campfire
Stay in watch Eastenders with Danny Dyer
You can call me the cowboy
I
that CC (tryna' get that)
To the top I TP, yuh
To the top we TP, yuh (woo)
We the realest
There's no way that you don't feel this (no way)
It shocks like
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