Lyrics:
Super Greedy
give me give me g's g's g's
-Jackpot
from the small bags of weed to them rubber band bundles
i remain supper gready this that day
it all gravy
But i was mistaken highly, you slid shit right by me bein decietful n hidin keeping secrets but still
keepin me smilin ivitin hoes
for the millennium, devils they be kill 'em
I'm healin them
Give them my competitors, face of the Syrians
Draggin opponents through oblivion
Taught
a fly girl (fly girl)
By the way, she used to be my girl (my girl)
But now she's a floozie and got a, kid with an uzi
And the question I asked her was
Goin' hard on 'em though
East coast let loose, my nephew, Papoose, he got the juice
So watch the Impala as it swing by and be on the lookout
For them
Baby look good in some Chrisitians
Dior fuck on da whore
Fuck on a check, look at my neck
They said I got next (ye ye)
Baby I'm blessed
Tell em
and stay low
I twist more caps than the 40 oco
Bitches know, could tell by the look on the thug face
The way they play it in the club, it ain't safe
Fiend, Mr. Whomp Whomp, excited prices, deep yacht Jones
Silkk Tha Shocker, Vito, Da 504 Boyz
Take those
No Limit soldiers, till the world blow up by
blues brother
The vibe is Cuba
Give twenties and couple of wise words to the kids
I'm an example to them, stay in school learn buiss'
Tell 'em
mommy talk she can't even stop crying
The punch line is tomorrow may never come
That's where the cops get 1 8 7 from
It means murder not death by
Taught your mommy to karaoke La Di Da Di
We blowin' up but the flow is so rough
That the mainstream suckers won't notice us
But so what? Who gives a damn?
imposters give you a bowl of superstition
It's GOD over Money honey, the New Edition
I make my peace by bathing beneath the crucifixion
While they Judas
Make 'em lick my pearl tongue
And you got to give my girls some, fuck a man
Bitch got the world in her hand
Just on spite niggas got to fuck me right
One little, two little, three little indie rap
Headphones, backpack, watch 'em all
It goes watch out!
Jack the Ripper, Jack Jack the Ripper
somethin' cool
Neverendin' stories,
I like 'em jazzy,
sassy,
classy,
My mind on the money
TV,
movies
and magazines
Novelas, game shows, and fancy dreams
silent,
Before me losing my license,
And always choosin to fight when,
They buck just disrupt in violence,
Before the DA said split or risk havin to face
friend got the end of it
Ahhh
Full send like dem boys
These big toys make big noise
Finesse on em like Retch tho
Free da real that's a schedule
Got my
alumni
Where the cops on me about to come by (what?)
Let 'em know we coming straight out BUCKEYES
(Ohio waddup)
And what they thought they got me all
for a second
I been on a 30 binge just wilding out
My liver screaming chill I pray that nigga don’t give out
Leveled up
Cause I understood
hydrant
Mothers cryin all they hear is
Them sirens
Many lives carried off on a strether
Youngin got hit wit dat stick from da neck up
I try to give these
holdin' it down from the block to the pen (YEA!)
[Verse 1]
Dirty South, dirty mouth, yes, I'm guilty nigga
Keep a pistol by my side for dem filthy niggaz
Natra we got London on da Track
Pull up real strong, then the kick gone
Man in control, made a ton off of Bitcoin
Left me in the cold, niggas
that I was raised on,
livin' on
I came from the streets
Was raised by the streets
That's why I give love for the streets
My neighborhoods thugs
of silhouette-a
Till I see another one better
Age of twelve a rapper just for fun
My desire inspired by (Ru-Run d)
But now I'm the epitome
Here for years and you
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