Lyrics:
BETTER BACK BACK
BITCH DONT LIKE ME
TOO BAD...
ALL YALL HOES WACK
TOO SAD...
COOKING UP WORK
WHERE THEY DO THAT?
TAKE YOU TO THE TRAP
AINT GOT NO CABLE
what we need
At times will sacrifice
Had enough to only feed my sister And me
(She was strong)
Strong enough
She never ever threw in the towel
(She was
All the niggas with my money take a sit
I need a briefcase on the table when we meet
I heard your dope boys making paper on the street
Tomorrow go'n
time I saw you had the crooked glance
We don't play by chance
Got khib make moves that'll pay for france
100 to the 10th power
Made your whole week
stall
If only you all saw my time earlier before
Back in Walsall I had all the time that I let forsake
It's weird...I look back and now I miss mistakes
than mine she’d be like you mad
It was too bad how ya name Angel you a demon shit was too sad
Fucked my heart up scared to trust a woman she’s
that shit's saucy
Bad bitches in bondage bumping this brutal Benassi
Hands too fast, they're doing shit you cannot see
How come all my democrats be
these premonitions trynna tell me how things turning out
She been really by my side when everything was down and out
Cutting off who only for potential
at ur car leave it dented
Durango not rented
I jugged the plug for all that he had
Pints wit the seals on it
Mama just told me boy u off them drugs
Cuz
Heard it was a drought i got the spot flooded
I jus bougbt a chopper going opp hunting
Boy stop bluffing
You ain't drop nothing
You ain't bout shit
Hey, hey, hey, now
Woo! Yeah
Uh!
Well, I'm so bad I must be wanted by the FBI, yeah
I'm an America's top-ten-most-wanted-list type of guy, yeah
only justice
Rollin past screamin fuckers
My nine stang a nigga quick like some nunchucks
I don't give a fuck
Brang ya boys and ya another gat
You'll be
a bad motherfuckin bitch cookin up steak
She ain't worried bout shit cause she know I get that cake
If I come through your hood ill be comin with my boys
dope than Pusha T
Real dope boys, when they come
They dope, you know they think of me
[Hook: Young Scooter]
[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
Aye, goin'
Tigger
This boy need an attitude adjustment John Cena
But hey fuck all of that this is all for fun
But I can promise one thing we have only just begun
quitting
Spending hella hours trying to pick 'em up
Looking back, I wasted my time
Going at the boy over hit 'em up
I was just trying to get attention
By
these haters they can suck my dick
Cause honestly that's the only
Way you'll ever suck-ceed
Got what you need cause I sweat and I bleed
Did it all on my
had no clothes I walk around wear the same drip
Never had the ho's the looking at me like i aint shit
Only real nigga,I'm surrounded by that fake shit
just like Hasta Luego
Ima sit back and just count up my queso
Pussy boy talkin you stupid, pendejo
I stack it up and i aint talkin legos
Fuckin on her
I've known you, since you were ten
It's so hard to lose a friend
But I gotta go on with my life
Without you I gotta survive
You always stood by
frustration
(it's megalomaniacal I know)
Wanting something so bad you can almost taste it
And dragged down by the voices from below (they say)
"Way to go!
Uh yeah
Here we go
It was nine, five
On your way to death row
Bad boy killas
What you taught me on the West coast
Always screaming out
Death
down, it's your boy, one and only Real McCoy
Really was on my way out, start to give you a little more!
Dope rap, shout it up, smoke it up, pour it up
want it all guts the glory gots the pain and more
Yeah it’s all in the name I’m on
For the game I pause, what it takes to be great ma boy
You pump
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