Lyrics:
ya
And I'll stand by you
Oh oh oh ya ya
I go dey fight for you
Oh oh oh ya ya
And I'll stand by you
Oh oh oh ya ya
I go dey fight for you
Checking
like a movie star, couldn't get that automobile out of my head
I was checking out this set of wheels, thinking this would boost my sex appeal
When a guy
them, I'm still hoppin' out of foreign cars
I'm a born star and I'm a porn star
I catch you slippin' with triggers and really hit a nigga
By myself, I
Yea
Its ya boy Drew Venchy
Checking in
For 2023
256 shit
King shit
Lets go, ABD3
Huh
Street nigga
Book smart
All I know is money
Who gon fuckin
first degree (Break it down)
You know they heard of 3 for robbery
No burglary (Boom, boom)
I put dick on that ho like she need surgery
These niggas scared
One, two, three, four
I leave behind this sentiment to the man that I'll become
Telling him not to be burdened by the things that I have done
no-one checking up on me, I'm only better once a week
Feeling pressure from the inside, and pressure from the out
Susceptible to misguide, direction for
and some friends on an ocean-liner ship
She made a big mistake by leaving me home
I had to roam so I picked up the phone
Dialed Ali up to see what was
helper out here out here
I'll keep it 100 till am out here out here
That's how we live
In the trenches money is the pain relief
Ain't never gonna stop
I
Then you sleep, and you won't come back from the nap
Benjamin 3 Stack, it's a fact, she lives in my lap
On my Out-Outkast, daddy fat, bitches on my
cause she's curvy and I'm straight
Volume 3 on the way..just dropped leaked
Give a fuck if you feel a way
Call up my Clyde for the getaway
Get high..bust
my clams by the bar
Baby come beach with a star
Shell out the muscle I’m growing too hard
Fish but I know what’s Instore
In too deep I cut
We're doing a sequel,
We're back by popular demand.
Come on everybody, strike up the band!
We're doing a sequel,
That's what we do in
like a candle.
Too cold,Too cold (x3) Too cold
Dont you be talkin that shit (x6)
Dance
Bum rush the speaker that booms
I'm killin your brain like
to sixty? I'm already doin' a hundred
When I'm blunted and I give it to any nigga that want it (yeah)
Stay out the dar 'cause if I catch you when the sun
It go ring ring nobody listening
Yeah it go ring ring nobody listening
Check out my chain, nigga my shit glistening
I got the pain, nigga, yeah, you
Days of you and me.
Sweet apple-honey kisses, killing me by degree.
Stay up all night and wrestle in the sand.
I thought you were the one,
But now I
and affect
Get crossed out
And checked
My republic
Like Czech
As soon as
I mic check
Though I
Don't need my set
Still leave you lifeless
Toss your bones out
Orleans, nowhere near peace
Pure beast, fear-free "Dear grief"
Catch up, bitch, I'm in gear three
Zoom, gone, see you, peace, drop one finger (Gangsta)
of their eyes
I turned the other cheek but now I'm through
The skin you're in makes choices for you
I was checking off names and I came late to dinner
Seems
away my old heat
You chose to oppose me? Who the fuck you supposed to be?
Mechanical and summer hill is on three that roll wit' me
No hoes wit' me,
in first degree
You don't want no problems, and that's word to me
As soon as I say so, she clutch it up and let off three
There's nothin' that can come
like a top degree
Copped my car cash while you coppin leases
Coppin everything we not polices
You aint gettin math cuz you not strategic
I'm doin number
I'm prepared to run this hill
But if I die or go to jail
Will you come and pay my bail
Or imma break out of my cell
Just don't tell I won't fail
I'm so
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