Lyrics:
Prearranged for the deal and from initial commitment
He said I’m no longer Phil, ya’ll call me Yung Lil’ Infant
Kiss my anus I’m famous, I got a river a cash
He
I got new money and it's still sticking together
I got old money like, it's with me forever
You can only judge a man's life by what you can measure
Dig up ya tomahawk like a Cherokee
Meanwhile I'm leaning back
Black tower of Pisa
Drive by when its late night
And catch a body when ya sleeping
I
a friend, for my mans
We going WWE
Don't put a tag, on my post
They really don't know I got (woo) by the three
Oh he a fan, do the most
I really don't know
on plantin a lil' something in my shit
Just because you ain't got shit, bitch!
Give em a badge and a trigger and that makes em figure
That they can fuck
swear that I am
Came with a plan
To be the demand
To bring the supply
That's healing up man
Got tears in my eyes
They whipping the lamb
He covered in
maintain
Bang bang, cross my chest
Bang bang, you cross ya chest
Toss ya chest in the mess with the rest, damn
Yeah, light one up, man
We gon' ride out
For sure, lil' one
I know what you're goin' through to shine
Niggas pullin' off all type of shit
But, look: if you don't know what you're doin'
Talk to me man
This ya boy Young Hova, yo turn the motherfucking noise up
We'll get right into the proceedings this evening
Headphones are
on you and your other man
But I could sick my Lil dogs on the other hand
Who am I kidding man
On two percs I got adrenaline
Mortal Kombat need to finish
Boosie
Ain't sipping no D'usse
This off the top like a Toupee
Bigfoot
Big stepper like the Hulk
Ya squares on time in New York
My fault
Thought you had
and bust 'til there's no one left
Who goes against the program, I'm the Man like Meth
I don't trust ya
The second I get a chance I'ma bust ya
No matter
Talk to me man
This ya boy Young Hova, yo turn the motherfucking noise up
We'll get right into the proceedings this evening
Headphones are
(Yo, yo check this out, yeah motherfuckers)
(Come on motherfuckers, B.I.G. motherfuckers)
Too much smoke in here man
Crack a fucking window man
on, ion really freestyle
But nigga in the meanwhile
I got ya bitch in my coupe, me and Lil Snupe
'Bout to party ya bitch, show her what to do
'Bout
Get hit by surprise
Know we got too much supply
See the Kush all in my eyes
Got the re up on the way
If he fuck up the vibe
Gon have to deal with
Yo, Fresh, you ready?
I'm ready, man, let me do this (run it, run it)
What? What? What? What? (Sheeit)
What? What? What? What you, what you need,
Backed ya plays, kicked knowledge too
Mistreat a hawk she'll fly the coop
You wasn't the man that I deserved, now ya fucked up, sad and alone
Broken hearts
above ya
Kiss your mum and dad coz you know that they love ya
Supply and demand for the culture at hand
He's a boy-girl 21st century man
There's a scream
But take me by the hand
I aint in it for
No one night stand
No no no no
You can be my lady
cnd I can be ya man
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
It seem a lil
it on loose leaf
These bitches they slide like toosie
Show me they coochie no Boosie
Ya man talking tough then he catching a two piece
ATL in lambo
Land mine, bomb shell, she supply her own ammo, wo
Caught her on camera, acting candid, she don’t even needa model, wo
Lil mama dancing, like this
This is the lil' man speaking right now
Yo, Timbaland, kick it
If it's money to be made, I guess I'm the printer
If it's ice to be rocked, I guess
and Kadeem ya
Need a good woman that's by
My side
Make me adore her love her
Stormy weather on not
And to avoid luster don't
Got what you got
Come ride wit me
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