Lyrics:
Never been that type
To jump into that water playing games with that white
I was really on that corner with them pills by the pack
All it took one
Yeah
Uh-huh
The fuck was I thinkin'?
Drought 3, bitch
Yeah, let me light my see-through blunt
Whatchu know 'bout it?
Ya dig?
Weezy the name
a thief in the night the avalanche came
Took all three girls from Eliza Greene
Twenty-one inches of rain
The mountains gave way
In the attic mama's holding
by, that I ain't high
Hit da mall everyday, nigga, I stay fly
26 inches, yeah, I'm sittin' up high
And I'ma keep it hood, homie, dat's no lie
Not
with anxiety rumbling than angry storms in the night
Loving this life by the inches may seem so cynically cinched
and I know they might view this
faster? Can?t you blast her out?
SMOCK
But the woman?s room on Level 4 is only three by three. We wouldn?t want to reduce her to atoms, that would be
Die by the game
It's in my blood
Cause real niggas don't change
Hustle first and ball later man
Guaranteed everything gone be greater man
Real niggas
[Intro]
Stop the drop top like the bezzles in my watch [Repeat: x3]
Like the bezzles in my watch like the bezzles in my watch
Stop the drop top
be OK, said "Bro, ya time is comin'
Females a dime a dozen
You gon' get another
Just stay focused on ya buzzin'"
Like the time I had an eighth, in 3
as I've been beat down
I should have nails through my hands and my feet now
He was on the cross said speak, now I'm hearin' you
Saved by the blood, he might
inches in the butt
She had dicks up in her, one in the booty, one in the coochie
Grabbing at it like it was dinner
I'm the late night creeper,
fuck
Strange fruit hangin'
From the poplar trees
(Ayy, 2300 Beats going crazy)
Blood on the leaves
Bitch, I be killin' these beats (damn)
I got
One Two Three Ima need three bitches to slide Throw a Party buss it Down man its time to go ride
All these baddies flying past lookin like
Nicki
Yeah
Uh-huh
The fuck was I thinking?
Drought 3, bitch
Yeah, let me light my see-through blunt
What you know 'bout it?
You dig?
Weezy the name,
It's 3am that time again
Where I'm still awake while they're sleeping
It's 3am that time again
Where I'm all alone and I've had too many
Long nights
mall everyday, nigga, I stay fly
26 inches, yeah, I'm sittin' up high
And I'ma keep it hood, homie, dat's no lie
Not day goes by, that I ain't high
Hit
n****
Lt Ja tell it, that's murder inc boy's, that's real killers
Money laundering, tax avaid and drug dealers
Backed by chemical grit, you can't be
Harlem nights are so cold
Visitors won’t know
Why Harlem nights are so cold?
Visitors don’t know
[Verse 3]
Trails and tribulations
Had them in moderation
wealth of the world's eighty five richest people is equal to the three and a half billion poorest people
It's fantastic, and this is a great thing because
the F know
But death row
I'm coming by the inches
And them niggaz outside on the benches
Don't think that we in the trenches
Cause we got a 600
And we
Satan, I'm laying in the dark
With the Mossberg, waiting, letting off first basing
Slim from the cotton club washing a scrub
Deuce high when he cruise by
and get with the vibe
Your period blood has crystallized
You offer me the red crystal, it's ill
Grab hold of the mic tight, tonight's the night
The vibe
for my village, yeah
I do it for my pe (Aye, yes, sir)
And the blood drippin' by the gallons (Grr)
Dolo in the whip, I solo any clique
It's not
Plot the coup while I cop the P
Getting caught by the listening
Device in the suite
Left a card for incidentals
See dentures in a jar
Knew the night
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