Lyrics:
Lil Chuckie.
boy when we catch you
its over with
even stunna cant save you on this one
Nicki Minaj.
yo yo yo
yo ima show these girls how to pick 'em
when the income is nothin'
And the heat never be on so get that heat from the oven
It's humility, still humanized by these memories
You and I could never
of your pictures off the wall
I love you, Slim, we coulda been together, think about it
You ruined it now, I hope you can't sleep and you dream about it
I send two niggas back up top, and come back
We chop up rock, by midnight, we open up shop
It's four in the mornin', we on the block creepin'
I don't know if it is gon' jump, you front
Owe me money you might get stomped like a punk
(hey) like a chump (hey) we can thump
(hey) what'chu
blacked ya face like ya run
Into a wall or something
Its cash money all or nothing
Its Lil Wayne the reverend call it Sunday
The congregation know I come
sight
See love glowing on us every night
I know forever we'll be doing it right
Whenever I call you friend
I believe I've come to understand
come out
That's when the pussy make the sound
It will never be the same everytime when you fuck wit Game
Silk sheets, long dick, hot tub, Lil Wayne
we never love them
We fuck them and then discuss them
And if you ain't fucking my man
You prolly fucking my cousin
There's nothing, how do we want it
by the gun, so I'm a die by the gun
I'm paranoid, it got me on the run
Will I live to see my grey hairs
I don't know
Cause I'm getting alot of mean
what
Price right, be that song, the right type
But only if Havoc and P spittin' wit' me
And they say they gon' see that C.B. nice wit' it
Hinnesy
known for robbing trains and things
Laying everybody down for diamond rings and chains
It remains the same in the year you live in, see (why?)
'Cause
[x2]
I'm from the ghetto so gimmie my money
[Lil Wayne] ha ha. T streets, B A G swalla ha ha
We young mullah baby yea..
I murder that boy, I kill that
Little boys and girls, they all love me
Come sit on the lap of I-see-E
And let me tell ya a story or two
About a punk-ass nigga I knew
Named Jack, he
can't fuck
Twenty inches with TVs is a must
By the year 2000, I'ma gut out my bus
A lil' nigga seventeen playin' with six figures
Got so much ice,
of your pictures off the wall
I love you, Slim, we coulda been together, think about it
You ruined it now, I hope you can't sleep and you dream about it
on and kiss it, just a lil' bit (just a lil' bit)
I wear my custom kicks, I got my Jesus chain
My canaries is gleamin', through my angel wings
They see me,
it (ayy)
You got it, girl, you got (yeah)
Pretty lil' thing, you got a bag and now you wildin'
You just took it off the lot, no mileage
Way they
came out, I told you it was just about Biggie
Then everybody had to open their mouth with a motherfuckin' opinion
Well this is how we gon' do this
We don't let society tell us how it's supposed to be
Our clothes, our hair, we don't care
It's all about being there
Everybody's going uptown
callate la boca
Out this world, you supernova
Fuck that, I am coming over
Can I come over?
(Can) can I (I) stop by (stop by) to see you (see you)
Sum call it the chi
Naw we ain't scared
We just don't fuck ya
Westside they crazy
Southside they made me
Born in the 90s
Not ah 2000's baby
Nigga tryna
Little boys and girls, they all love me
Come sit on the lap of I-see-E
And let me tell ya a story or two
About a punk-ass nigga I knew
Named
day we'll be eye to eye
It is what it is, I left the vest at the crib
Extended the clip, I'ma give 'em the biz
Catch you jackin' your dick, now you
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