Lyrics:
you is what you not
Had a little, put it in the pot, now I got more
Get my weed from the street, don't hit no store
I was chilling on the street, no
body like a knife
And struggle to be free
And it don't take long
To lose someone
(CHORUS)
Amanda
What you gonna do now'
Amanda
What you gonna
took my baby to the doctor with a fever
But nothin' he found
By the time this hit the street
They said she had a breakdown
Someone's always tryin'
still on that hood shit
Post up by the liquor store, up the block from 8 to 4
My little nigga selling dope, it's GPL fuck you now
My Spanish Bousin
Shoot your shot like a free throw
Baby you never know
Maybe we even go
And if you hit it right there I'll be coming home
And if the vibe is right
a lesson
If you throw it back then I'm a catch it all
Pressure what I'm supplying
401 hear the sirens
It's like 4 AM by the time I'm gone
You say text me
got sight yo
I've been occupied with the light
And I ain't got no time to be led by the blind
Now I see and my eyes don dey shine
And I no really send
Dash got so much wood I could build me a fort
Ain't too many things I ain't done yet
I'm the king of this shit
Ground by the toilet
I'm just barley
the music gets faster
Look, boy, don't check on your watch, not another glance
I'm not leaving now, honey, not a chance
Hot-shot, give me no problems
so good when she get wet and sticky
You lift me, girl you the bomb
Got a nigga blowin' like Cheech and Chong
A bong, a blunt, or a paper square
It
they
hold
You in my way, I'll burn a load and make yo head explode, [Now what]
That's my moto
Livin' in the bottle, hit the throttle
Let this shit start
through digit's
Hold up, I know your ass ain't using Cricket
Got caught by the cops gave me a ticket
They like BasedNas "Please keep
Dropping these
pop arff
Funny boy, haha
She give me hmm now, uh uh
Gyal's always tun so tun it
Before the man run arff
Phone ish matic for the matic
Everything
caught years, turned one to six
One man, I never need no accomplices
Corner boy, meeting cats by the Londises
I was just in the can eating sandwiches
to the world
Nobody knows her that tough city girl
Alone, crying alone on those dark city nights
Of blow by blow memories of hit below fights
Come speak to me
walking
Haunted by a past I just can't see anymore
Anymore
But let me tell you I never planned
To let go of the hand that has been
Clinging by its
life's a bitch
In my mind I'm a pimp
Heavy hand with a limp
'Till they vibe with a riff
Bend the block, heavy grip
If I died and it hit
Is your doppler
so called friends.
Either way he'll suffer the consequences.
His mother sad, now she's left alone
No shoulder to cry on, no hand to hold
To stay alive,
catch me floating in an alien ship
With an alien bitch
All these boys really fuck
They just sayin they hip
30 pop make em hop and it's spray at the hip
Got off work on Sunday
Hit the border Monday morn'
Walk through fire for a paycheck
We'll drive south til we feel warm
And meet some family
Who I'm
when I'm around, y'all hold y'all breath
I make murder music, my shit bang in the city
But they want me to chill since Janet showed titty
It's too much
tattoos
She don’t stay loyal to one dude
She go where the money at with her crew
I almost fucked up when I lost my mind
Everyday she’d tell me that it was
Tears streamed down her face
Another day in hell
At least that what it seemed like
Thoughts in her head like
Why always do we fight
He's a star
by DMs
Skin like cola hashtag sexy sexy
She was riding in a Bentley
Headgame messy gimme that Becky Becky
Ima buss me a nut!
Then you won't see me naa!
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