Lyrics:
Man Weezy's a legend (yeah)
You can tell by the bottom of my sleeve when you see what's in a bezel
And he be on a level that's so terrific
I'm in
Play me some of that $uicide pimpin' man
You motherfuckers pitiful, I'm too sick of you
I'm a walking visual, you boys refillable
Unforgivable
Once
earn stripes so I ride all night with my chrome
And these crackers steady harassing me won't leave Lil Black alone
Man I was dropping chicos for a mil'
nowadays the nigga jewelry lame
Ain't got it by now, nigga you ain't got it
And why you talkin' like that cause bitch you ain't bout it
And nigga how ya
they call me Professor Clump,
I ain't gone front yeah I like to flass,
And I aint gone lie about the girls I tossed,
Better ask your lil' man where
understand c-span
Birthed by the ghetto
cnd
Fed by foreigners
Running with murderers
White man controlling us
Yea
Supply and demand
Hit the block with
Gave yall a lil spook
Driving down to the south side with a broad right in my coupe
Better grab yall's notepads cause I'll supply you with the pens
up
Movin' hoes, by pressin' tab, lil' bitch, I type it up
Rich bitch got cash, and she got a Bentley truck
And these haters runnin' loose, cause my
to everybody, shout to all y'all man, shout to Li'l Man, shout to (Miss Gartley) Dough Boy
Shout to Napo The Original 1500s, (Lupe), Bishop G
L-U-P-E, we still
should
And lil brother
Let’s talk
I put my Arm over ya shoulder
Lil Nigga Lets walk
Let get into how you dragging out beef
With no reasoning
Aight, fuck that shit
Word, word
Fuck that other shit, you know what I'm sayin'?
We gon' do a lil' something like this
You know what I'm sayin'?
me good ol face (Sloppy)
Fresh to death get the casket close it mane
I ain't lil Boosie but whip me down
I see you lil niggas y'all really clowns
Say
it
Brown liquor in my cup now I'm faded
Couple more hits of the 1882
In my emeralds, barely laced up
Maybe slip a lil bit, on the way up
Plug hit me
To supply to my peeps
I was bringin' hag
Took charge of the block, game ping to ave (uh-huh)
Still bringin' cash on the scene at last
Still gloves and masks,
a tiger and I stomp like a giant
Had to feed myself, so a nigga so defiant
Take ya to meet you maker nigga and I ain't lyin'
Man I'm small but my dick
the young boys light things up
All the petty ass wars fuck the night scene up
Remember Lil' Eddie draw, man how he light mean up
Then they wonder why we
Can I
Ooh can I
Can I be ya man
Can I put ya pretty toes in the sand
Come on baby you can take me by the hand
Fly you overseas talking bout Japan
don't pick up
Lil Breaveheart this a stick up
When you see her outside please don't ask for Pictures
Spiritually gifted by the gifter
Don't get too weak
not to be a window shopper
Mama you can have Fendi, mama you can have Prada
All you gotta do is break a nigga off proper
You could be with your man
my speech now
I take ya brain wave to a different frequency now
You ask how (how?)
By frequently flipping these words so freakishly
No synthetic
You know I be in the yo
This that weed 'em up bitch
229 free my nigga
Cool man, we ball U John, I promise nigga
DJ Lil Jackboy tell a friend nigga
like that
Make them bitch fine hoes shake they bootie like that
21 row scrap wit lil' boosie it like that
Play mad games wit me
I'll do ya like that
Man it's been a while
I dont know what you mean by
Doing that meanwhile
My senile supervisor
Got aunt patty speed dial
Redial
Retry to dial
It did not
Nigga why you actin' like a ho?
Know that I'ma ride for ya, either way it go
Tell me girl why you be stressin me for time
When you tell me you
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