Lyrics:
voice
But I brought two friends along
And next on the mic is my
Man Hank come on, Hank, sing that song:
Check it out, Well
I'm Imp the Dimp the ladies
more
By the compound
Bra yah second floor
Then we out the door
Back to the gully
Where the cherries get twaa, dunno who's the bullie
Where the sugar
and blowing on loud thats on my child
Popping these bottles and women living like i just beat a trial
I'm in the town don't want to be in it forever but fuck
All I make is deposits
After I make profits
Taking off like rockets
Me and all my partners
Money ain't no problem
Money keep on piling
You hating
I’m groovy hoe
Every lil set a movie though
Foster kid grown to a cool ass man
Met yo bih she choosing hoe
Wonder you mad at me man
Niggas straight
Pour up pour up
No love
No love
No love
No love
No love
No love
Is it cause I got this gold
Hanging round my neck
She just on me cause a kid next
Grind
bitch, get a chance you take that risk
I'm from the jungle, been running 12 been on Jamaican shit
Baby Rico hit that lick, sipping bottles thinking rich
don't burn the same as that “you were mine” year
So I'm sitting here staring at a bottle rocket sky
But it don't light me up like that fire in July
By your house
Looking like a mess
Baby you know I got broken bottles to confess
Baby you know I don't wanna see just you undress
Baby I'm just waiting
to know your game
(Know your game)
It's really simple girl, our goals are both the same
(Both the same)
Send me on a bottle rocket straight up into
niggaz gettin bodied in
In the lobby in, lock the door it ain't safe, kid
Take it how you take it, grab a hold and embrace it
Yo the NYC, M-O-B-B
on the planet, remain in poisonous warfare
Derelict Arabic terrorists in the air
Shit arrogant apparent to punish people by their heritage,
Nato barriers, Hate
clown
When you dripping like the kid I swear they get down
Shelly came for 6 I call that Wes Brown
And when I drip
Don’t drown
Mama next door don’t
with the man you choose
Puts scorpions in my chest
I guess I'm glad we never had
That kid you said, "By god
Will get his father's amber hair
And cry
team be bellyaching hungry niggaz on the swarm again
Pirahna niggaz bite dick, yo Son, it's on again
What up, he made a move, try to assist it
Listen kid
Things in life aren't always quite what they seem,
there's more than one given angle to any one given scene.
So bear that in mind next time you try
him in school while passing me
Usually followed by two kids giggling in back of him
I don't know why I feel the need to interfere and I'll be honest
a towel by the door
Just in case the smoke go into the hallways
Cause I be smoking weed and fucking all day
This is off the top of the dome
Let me introduce
right
They hear bow and run off and hide
They've got shit corn, hashtag don't ride
And if it weren't done by the mandem
It probably got done by
She says "What?"
I say we're goin' to the drive-thru!
So we head out the front door
Open the garage door
Then I open the car doors
And we get in those
rock
Well, so far you've heard my voice but I brought two friends along
And the next on the mic is my man Hank
C'mon, Hank, sing that song
Check it
season
And my nigga's season woo oh
I aint from Houston, I keep a rocket
Pop up at yo doe, we aint nigga knocking
Kicking big shit like know karate
I
Verse 1: Fresh Kid Ice
I'm sittin' by the pool, thinkin' 'bout some women
Wishin' that we all could be swimmin'
Then the Poison Clan bought some
Haha
Yo
Homage!
C-Lance on the beat
What! Yo
I'm painting the pic the way that it is
America's killing and raping it's kids
Nefarious villains
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