Lyrics:
fucking toes
Fat ass talking about me
Boy, watch your weight
You're getting pretty heavy
I see that every day
Noah, you call me every day
You really is
a fact
I never react
I see you there at the back
I see you hating
And I see you playing
I don’t care what you’re saying
Cuz the p’s is what I’m making
Real
style, crazy off that funky stuff, fans keep on rushing up
my name is j brown, i'm known to score a touch down, underplay my card, but emerge
discipline
Gotta keep that switchy cause them snakes a hiss
All pro shit, no Joe shit, them plays in motion
Came from nothin', now we runnin' it up like
the asssumption!
Argue, bumpheads better if we got bunk beds
Make up sex, blunts, cuddlin like old heads
—— Damn —— its a real love story
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NY FLOW
Power is
bros
Young but my soul is old
Shout out my dawgs ain't fold
(2x)
Blunts real fat
Grudge feel that
Love peel back
Thus see those facts
(Bridge)
I don't
the pimps be
Dressin all boogey and carryin' ugly cups
And yes you're getting booed if your shit does not get down
And yes you're getting sued by women who
if I'm on her mind
Feeling is mutual cause she be on mine
Booty look fat it caught me by surprise
Red bitches boujie I went got a black one
Slim
the game, point spread by a hundred
Speakin' of hundreds, five's is a nice way to slide it, let's ride
[Chorus]
stacking chips
Like that old pringles can
By the van in the gangway
Where I stashed my shit
The dicks sitting in the alley on Gladys
Shorty go pass the blick
Crashing the whip yeah call me Mai
Hit by a truck now I'm saying goodbye
In a new world yeah Isekai
Gravity bouncing them tits, Bill Nye
Like ay,
it's back porch real as methamphetamine
Well, they say this land is your land, but ain't that a crock of shit
'Cause with the price of cigarettes
I can do is pray(pray)
Shit get worse for the get better, I get through day by day (day by day)
Popping pills, smokin' weed to take my pain away
When
I just leveled up
I done leveled up
I mean that shit for real
You have no idea
I just leveled up
I done leveled up
I mean that shit for real
You have
ain't stoppin me dawg
Only time you left ya hood is on Monopoly boards
You grimey as birds shittin on the top of ya fords
You will, die by the gun
electrified
Mystified, you get dissed, when you try, you die
Fish niggaz, they get fried upon my skillet
I kill it, fuck it, my shit is on hit
[Hook]
Now gone and pop it for me baby twerk that ass up on the floor...
Yeah that ass is looking fat and u got all alone...
I'm hypnotized by
class?
You're beautiful and sassy with a big fat ass
Now bitch come closer let me teach you how to act
Rule one is being good to the people in your circle
proposed cold and gold
Withdraw from the real stay composed
Nigga offered a stack for the fat pig
Fuck out my face with that cap shit
Dirty drugged up
what to do with her.
Intimidated by her face and her cute figure.
Cause her waist real small and her ass way bigger
Don't she know that if I want
on outside
And my people gotta paint they faces on.
And what I gotta do, And what I gotta do
Is work and flip a dolla'.
Ain't got no trophies
But I got
like this no, don't think so somehow
In the winter showers but she'll never know and your face will never show shit
This is how goes it besides, she
play we vets
It's west coast foe life no crew only sets
[Ice Cube]
It's the dog breathing through the smog
I'm a hog of this gangster shit
Don
Yeah
I'm at the big apple
NYC
Who is you, Yeah you not he
Bitch hit my line it's sad to see
Pockets fat like EDP
But it can hide behind a tree
That's
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