Lyrics:
bitch
(That's my thug bitch, thug bitch)
Let's smoke, get high, unload the pistol
And do a drive-by she's crazy
(That's my thug bitch, thug bitch)
How she
blowing key all night
From no cents to a nickel and dime
And if you about gettin your scrilla then we ain't hard to find
Five figures for a tore down show
wanna know are you a freak?
Can we bust a 6 9 in
My back seat on the creep?
Move, what I gotta prove girl?
You heard the song your pussy is my weakness
Ah
Could've been an animal
Could've been any number of combos of atoms though
Really
But we're here
Peace to anybody who ain't ruled by fear
We on the radio nigga
Your girl wanna blow me now
Getting more head than a 30 on a 40 cal
Turn the radio down I'm tryna hear
If this tree is loud
Ike Turner on your ass.
Aw fuck
You wanna get jumped chump punk?
Come press your luck by our whole crew we all stone you,
Own you, for a while you
Piece by Piece imma get there just like a rubix
These bars a ruthless I just hope I don't lose this
These girls in my lane got me swerving
They see
A gift of God
And I recognize that shit
It took a long time to realize
But I gotta go for this shit
Cause while we only down by one
If tie it won't mean
out here givin' these false prophets
Kanye gon' be the next president, and y'all watch it
'For I ever picture me fallin', naw, I'll crop it
Gotta get
fucking with me
I used to help you write your raps
Give you tips on how to get better
I used to tutor you
Now you want to disrespect your teacher?
Well you
with the Blicky and sell your soul
Rizz up a rando and Break that hoe off
From Beaumont to Fruit City, I'ma ride for the
North
I'll get some fresh ink
chase
I might let you live but a ranker is a bitch
La neta if you get busted you'll turn into a snitch
Lock it up, roll it up, you're worth twenty five
chase
I might let you live but a ranker is a bitch
La neta if you get busted you'll turn into a snitch
Lock it up, roll it up, you're worth twenty five
Gotta stand right by her side through these times, yeah
I'ma stand right by her side through these times, yeah
My brothers always died and I cried, yeah
Doubt Its Explicit,
You've Gotta Get Up To Get Down And Get With It
Fuck Reminiscing I'ma Tell You Bout My Future
Me With Some Kids, Chillin With Some
space
Look, every day you just gotta get up
Focus on you, fuck the other stuff
Your bitch a teddy bear, she got stuffed
Big ass Glock shut a nigga up
market
Where you get goods for gats to put in packed chocolate
To your health, we rock Chinese strippers
Me and king at ease weighin two ?
to the front row
(Sir, get back to your seat right now)
I buy all the trading cards
And even the pop star dolls
(Give me that, that's mine)
I got a little
meet your fate
I'm with Carlito's Way, rollin with the real
Protected to infinity in a security shield
Chorus: (2x)
I want it all
Surrounded by techs
you best step away from the mic before I get Ike Turner on your ass.
Aw fuck
You wanna get jumped chump punk?
Come press your luck by our whole crew we
Say what you want to say
But, motherfucker, I'm still Flosja, dude
Fake all
Fucking with the boy, get your face cut
Then I ride by with your bitch, she
can keep it like a souvenir
Your bitch is over here I get her wet like scuba gear
And send her back to you ahamba in a vura yeah
Hamba vutha yeah
Y'all
gonna be alright
If we can make it through the struggles
We can make it through the fights
You gotta keep your head up and listen
When I say, listen,
Cent, I'll whoop your head with the tool
You better not ever get this shit confused
I robbed the shit out Slick
Rick for his jewels
And rocked them
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