Lyrics:
told you so"
They all think that I've got a big head
That's dead see me, I'm not known to boast
But soon come
I be on a boat with loads of hoes
In a cup,
Everybody got it tucked with a clip
Let a n——a try it we gone shoot the whole VIP
Plus we got plenty hoes with us like a pimp
Pull up like pinky from Friday
Uh! Uh! Uh! A-Town! A-Town!
Yeah! Yeah! LT Moe on this motherfucking track nigga!
c'mon! GMM! c'mon! Yeah!
Stat! Quo! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
Uh! Uh!
baby know that I will be there by your side
Treat me like a lady I'll be yours tonight the felling's all so right
Leave your boo behind while you and I
Slide up inna Panorama panoramic picturing
Drive by wit clips shooting movies no premiering
I whip the jag at a red light I veer it
Ain't tryna be
like this
Been a long time comin', but we gon' run it
Hello, it's your friendly neighborhood street dweller
Pimp hand stay strong, don't make me slap
I knew I was the one, See I knew it from the jump, these niggas get spun, they are done, I know they feel the bun and I do it for the money cars SKRRR
face cause I still want fans
And I still want bands I just wanna succeed
So I plant my seeds and I feed my crops and I bun my trees when I see my opps
a demon just don't show it
You want me gone so bad, so when you see me boy, just blow it
Hopping out cars you know we on dirt
Say he want merch so we put
commandments
I am
I am
Everything you wanted me to be
I came up on the spot painting pictures round
I'm the scenery
Don't want me on they tapes
That's ok
I'm
Go down by myself, know it come with the shit
If you want me to sign gotta come with the buns
I can't worry about a opp, boy, these niggas my son
Got
my rap sheet, as solid as they come
Got my knowledge from the slums
Book smart, street smart, just don't be a retard
Stop by the trap house, you don't
ears
So you can’t believe everything you hear
Don’t place tricks by my heart so they never get near
Mixup chicks played a part in the lyrics that you
the plan (by 25)
Jakes see me winning, they're vexed (they're vexed)
They just want a brudda in the can, nope
You ain't cool if you ain't in a gang (gang)
to break so I can have me some fun
'Bout to hit the hoochie house and go to wax me some buns
Jump into the Super, then I pop in a tape
Then I rush to 85th
uh
Just hear me out
I'm half player, half pimp, baby half of both
You can tell by my lip got mo' game than most
Float coast to coast, like the late
can't help but fart loud
So be proud, momma shake that shit
Don't feel intimidated by that boney lil' bitch
I order number three with a super-sized
passed down by my bros
If you want it, bet your life against fold
I'm an animal, a beast you can't hold
Think it's cap, dog, then compare your soul
If I
textin' her phone, we fuck up her bun
See you when she done
You leave it to beaver
I don't want to see her, you want her, can keep her
How you wanna keep
[Baby]
Aye, it's all legal (uh-hmm) 82 regal, test can't see through
Fly like a bird, land like a eagle
Pimp these broads like Mannie Freazy
It ain't easy
a flippant
I'm demanding my city
I had to stack up my own
I be doing the shit
That y'all reciting your song
See I came up from nothing
Had to stack up my
of being famous now I've come clean
Vasectomy you get it about to go pimp c
And leave this limp scene and go ghost I mean
I mean I get it That's a little bit
it
Nigga you mad? I thought that you'd be happy I made it
I'm that cat by the bar toasting to the good life
You that fagot ass nigga trying to pull
Pistol shoot, ring alarm
Preacher going sing a song, chant a song rappa pom
Big up Junior Gong
Welcome to bucktown
Get fucked by right or wrong, our
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