Lyrics:
the paramedics ?
Calling the beat, it's really dope fool, yo
It goes one for the money, two for the dough
All you got is three niggas kicking at your door, ha
don't come home he spend a night
Yo bm in my dm you don't come home I spend a night
Oh she in love
Dope boy, rapper
And she know that he da plug
He
the dope game gravy
Young juice man and my life is the Japerz
Wit stupid fruity crazy swag jumping in yo lader
Banana donk Chevy interior like the lakers
Romes
[Rokka]
B-boy mission in life is to add creativity to the battle scene
Got Dilated to detonate mic weapons for mic check fiends
Yo
[Cam'Ron]
Yo my mommy toy was my pride and joy
She would drive the toys plus ride the boy
To supply the boys I got it live from croy
Yes a 9ner boy bought
on it (brrr)
Exploto un kilo en el punto (punto)
Difunto to' el que le apunto (amén)
Yo disparo primero, cabrón, y luego pregunto (brrr)
El Draco lo
a million times at all
Dope boy trap niggas, I'll grind for y'all
Pimp Squad, D-Block I'll ride for y'all
A-Town to Y.O, see the Chevy ride slow
With
and Haitian Gotti can rap nigga
I got rich nigga dreams (Uh Huh)
That's by any means (Aye)
If you intervene (Now what you do?)
You gon fall (Aye)
Tryna get me
way my plug kicked it,thank he had a black belt,my scale so big,big boy can weigh his damn self, 2,000 pounds of ? and I sold that shit my damn
paparazzi
I do what I want and I know you gon copy yo bitch on my dick and that hoe finna top me
I pull up in a mazi like I was John gotti I'm fucking yo
tha fuck up
Me and Juan Gotti smashin' outta T-town
Lookin' low G gotta fool beat down
Step in the club like it ain't no thang
Sittin' at the bar while
don't close
The trap be bunkin' (hah)
Rubber ducky give it to the junky (junky)
'Cause your boy gone by by the bunches (country)
Pack it up and move
put your legs up, you can choke me while I eat it
(While I eat it, while I eat it, while I eat it, eat it)
Hold hands by the Louvre, Eiffel Tower in
ain't got it
& why these niggas tripping bout dese hoes when they everybody's
That boy was popping til i seen em tryna talk his way out it
Yo bitch vibing
If only you knew could let me in
I no that love would begin
If only I could rap to you
I know this love would capture you
Yo my mommy toy was
way my plug kicked it,thank he had a black belt,my scale so big,big boy can weigh his damn self, 2,000 pounds of ? and I sold that shit my damn
call no more
Niggas clueless swear they been selling dope
Reeled you right in stringed you by a rope
I can’t sit around gotta stay on go
No corona gotta
Yo (damn) Young Buck where my money at man
My niggas is playing what nobody
In here but you, spyder and Mase
There's supposed to be three
Hundred
got no name it's the dirty game
Wannabe thugs drive by for some ghetto fame
The homie got popped six times needs surgery
Hit my cigar holdin
the tool was mine, then I feel no shame
Never seen it in my life, so I knew I was framed
Then I called my boys, "What's up?
Yo get with it, find outa
boys it's still gon go down
Wreckshop, we putting it down
For all our motherfucking thugs in heaven, feel that baby
[Hook: Noke D]
This is for my thugs,
I go by the name of Kel Mitchell!
And this is TeamBackPack! Let's go!
Yo, I'm so '96, back and on my grimy shit
Nigga get -whoever they'll sign me
my Rafs
All of this shit you can have
Told the lil' bitch it's a wrap
No nigga yo boy give me dap
No little boy Ima laugh
Ooh, aye, I came with
"This is for the real niggas"
Yo, hard beats like this keep my mentality raw
I G off C 4 lyrics to blow off them Lex door
My tex-ture be the kind
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