Lyrics:
shit, fuck feelin
If it ain't about money, ain't no dealin', back on the road tryna handle my business
Tryna take me down for a case, but they can't
The club
Why
To party and have some fun
What is it that,
Can come and take away all your stress, tell me
Music
No further questions, you have passed my
to kill me, took me within a inch of my life
Now, I ain't no sucker on the weak tip
But let me tell you, she was on some motherfuckin' sex trip
Took me
inside having fun
Outside catching
No babes just idans
It’s another day
Bad energy far away
Guys want trabaye
Ain’t no shalaye
All my guys don de
tried to shake it, man, I can't believe this shit is real
Heart pumping on the 101
This shit right here ain't no fun
Live and die by the gun
Get you
girl open up your eyes & see with me
What you see is what you get
Ain't no hidden agenda
So girlfriend when he's playing around
You'd do well
the fuck is BME
Y'all niggaz ain't BMF
I can hadle y'all bitches by my damn self
Fuck lil scrappy, fuck lil jon, fuck don p and his son
Fuck big sam, fuck
(Lil Veza)
Tommy shirt
Tommy belt
I don't care, how you felt
Imma witch, yeah, gonna do a spell
I sold my soul, you know I'm goin' to Hell
Wait, no I
have a nine, when I can have a ten
Lickin up the nuts, while I'm gone holler at her friend
Bitch, ain't no time for me to teach her
Rather have
Hottest outta the metropolis, ain't no way nxggaz stoppin us x2
Verse 1
Je me souviens je me souviens, understand where I'm comin from/ Smoke every
for "The Jakes," no luck with them
Me and you not the same, you a punk to them
I was swervin' the lane on a paper-chase
Ain't no tellin' how much cake
my oh
Me gotta go pole the pirogue down the bayou
My Yvonne the sweetest one, me oh, my oh
Son of a gun we're gonna have big fun on the bayou.
Mr. Rosenberg
No, I ain't no fuckin' dummy
Bitch, I'm Mr. Rosenberg
Mr. Rosenberg
Call me Mr. Rosenberg
Made fun of my last name 'til the cash came, Mr.
by the gun
GI Joe ain’t, ain’t no fun
I’m a serial number, in a green suit
M16 and black army boots
Flight for honor flight for death
Kill, Kill, Kill
You are not needed now
And we got things to do
Between the blankets made of wool
The trains roll by every half an hour
And the body can get no
Ba ba baa baa ba ba baa
You was a n**** finally make me kill one of y'all
Ain't a damn thing change
I still keep that thing
Right up under my
by her spell
I am chained to do her will
I'm a goner, I guess
Who knew love was gonna be like this?
She has cloaked me in black
And there ain't no
"I've heard promises spoken,
"I've had dreams left so broken,
"There was no chance they'd ever come true.
"It ain't easy to see by looking at me,
"But
The club
Why
To party and have some fun
What is it that,
Can come and take away all your stress, tell me
Music
No further questions, you have passed
got the gat on me
You know what I'm saying?
And it ain't like I'm trying to be a tough guy
Or trying to make people think I'm crazy
By sayin' all
up (Doublin', doublin')
Ouu, I'm runnin it up
My dawg under pressure he still comin up
Ouu I ain't calling no bluffs
Loc' got the lethal he cover it up
The judge givin' out ten, I ain't scared I do it
So if a nigga run upon me, I react with the Uzi
If a nigga run upon me, I react with the Uzi
Son needed
bitch to the curb
But the word, "Fuckin'" ain't meant to be a descriptive word
The type of bitch she is ain't no adjective, it's a verb
Hoe thinks her
We on the top
No muthafucka stopping me, none
I just be rapping for fun, lil tommy look bad with a gun
We eating up subway for lunch, you know I be
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