Lyrics:
Pussy so good it make a nigga spazz
I was onnem downers gettin low
She on acid tablets passin' me a mountain of that potent
I was chasin' dragons
New Orleans
Watch who you call your dawgs
Cause these niggas is heartless
Your financials not they business
So keep them up out it
Value your position
Leaving with no crumbs, bitch i already ate
Buying real estate, investing on the low
Look at the landscape, and i still keep a pole
Perfect YB tape, we
the bag that shit is yo’s now
Take all you can grab stuff in the bag that shit is yo’s now
Leave outta dodge leave out of dodge keep a low profile
Stop
speaking, seeking tea
Hoe I aint speaking on the bro
No low, we never break the code
The code we live and die by
The life we living, it's nonfiction
You
life
Found my low
Found it found it found it
Go
Aye Jub gotta rap like the rent due
Bean head ass bitch the senzu
1221 bang shoot for fun rang false
rap
I'm stuck in a curse and i’ve never felt better
I'm not even bothered by smoldering weather
And I been so tired of living this life
But I keep
1,2,1,2,1,2
Testing 1,2,1,2
Alright, yo
Listen up as I rip the flow
The mic I grip has power that no man holds
I got my mojo back, I hope it shows
the casa
The casa
The Casamigo
Don't tell yo friends about me
Keep it on the d low
Before you open that door
Look through the peep whole
And when you riding
the Range
World tour we on the way
'95 kill em' like Pac
And it's the world against me
Killuminati got em' like Gotti
Broad day they droppin' bodies
I'm with
the whole damn planet
When I'm slamming the ground
The limit's the sky in low gravity town
But all these goddamn Kraggons keep
On dragging me down
Aah,
Thug Boss Hogg, Rest In Peace Pimp C He the greatest of’em All
To SPM, Juan Gotti, OG Low G, Pancho V, Rasheed the DH family
I Remember when I use
the eighties
Run up in yo crib, snatch ya baby baby-baby
It's the kid still holdin' the crown
Now that they give it I'm holdin' a pound
And I'm lookin' for
wouldn't recognize King's language even if they poured it yo Sippy Cup.
So keep writing your rhymes on the children's table, and a moment of silence for your
Welcome to the meth lab, listen, it's time to cook
Not confessions of a video vixen, we by the book
Start the fire, I can tell what you thinkin' just by
just my type, body looking right
Where she gonna get by the end of the night
In my bed, and on top of me
I can tell she a freak, trying to keep it
call it just talking
Bitch was mad and hopped out the car I told her keep walking
Yo bitch really 3'6 she on her knees often
I'm tired of letting her
man it's time to go
All my ladies in the club shake some ass drop it low
It's a TNT summer that mean "True Niggas Thrivin'"
We gon get it jumpin', give
the witnesses start runnin'
Niggas started somethin', but they chose not to finish it
So I'ma wrap it up, for real, dog, 'cause I'ma win this shit
Fuck it yo
down
That's why I keep things to myself cause
I know niggas judge me when I'm not around
But when I'm there (Shh) it's not a sound
I got no time for all
smellin like sandalwood and some good marijuana
Im the loch ness monsta
Fillin like saitama
Smack yo ass up up today you might not wake up tomorrow
It b
E
and yo friends drunk and feeling good off of some brown liquor
Henny out the bottle Ian never been a crown sipper
She say I'm a dog I get it by the pound
at the ceiling
Like my daddy and grandaddy on both shoulders steady chilling
So you got to keep on living like each day is the beginning
It's yo birthday even
Aye
Lil' Haitian Gotti Like that there, yeah yeah
Haha
I got them, mmm
I ain’t regular, bitch I’m steppin up, with the weapon tucked (I’m a special
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