Lyrics:
the jeans be cut
Rick Owen socks, Rick Owen for the dubs
Bitch I fly to Greece and you know I kept the stubs
Giannis 34 and I'm playing for the Bucks
What
friends down
Until ya family up"
If I bring the fish by they cookin'
It's a fish fry
My friends make the fish fly but
They ain't playin' Candy Crush
I don
They don't make it where i'm from
But they tell me i'm the one
Big smoke in my lungs
Weed coming by the ton
Lately I been in my bag
Sauce dripp'n
get inspired by the blunts too (too)
I'll front you, if you hang with a bunk crew (chump)
I roam the strip for bones to pick
When I find one, I'm
get inspired by the blunts too (too)
I'll front you, if you hang with a bunk crew (chump)
I roam the strip for bones to pick
When I find one, I'm
to die? You think you can fuck with them thug niggas?
Come on, tell me the truth, nigga. Look in my eyes. Bitch, we get live. Bone thugs-n
Forces bring me back to floor
Travel by night with my feet feel'n sore
Corset honey wanna pick at my ear
Shit with them lips I don't really care
Not
don’t give a fuck about your feelings
We came to tell it like it is
White n****s marchin’ with torches
My n****s guardin’ they porches
This ain't four
to
Where I'm from they don't wanna see niggas win bro
It's a rat race to the top n I'm winning
Look I ain't that nigga you can call now
Nowadays I'm glad
model thangs see I'm good with the weapon plus I really don't like you nigga you whole crew can't bust and I felt that shit way back when you was down wit
there's a way, so don't make an excuse that's gon' mess up yo game
Heart to heart with my brother let him know, that I, won't be here someday
Hope my
and you can't speak
With a voice to inspire yo' people
That don't mean you woke
Cause you can't sleep
Over the years we both battled cats
But yo' style
Games
Lyrics By: Mr N
Song By: Mr N
Composition By: Mr N
Distribution By: Soundrop
Please...Please...Please...
Girls actin' like crazy, break it down and a ?wild real labour?
The way you want to freak with me, so smile like you're havin' fun
And I'll
like an overcooked linguine noodle
You bitch made I ain't fuckin with you little poodles
Ma vocab the bomb, I'm the don with the lexicon
Cats pajamas,
argue with a n**** who like d*** on the low
Wont argue with a bitch who gets f***** by the bros
Wont argue with a n**** who like drama like a h**
I dont
goin' in,
Through the front door on clarence go through the back with the mack 10
Lay it down, hand it over,
I told ya, don't be stingy nigga or death is
woulda thought rap would open doors? (Doors)
Retaliation is a must
When I buck my opps, there's no remorse
They can't bar with me about war
'Cause I
wish
Now I'm just stuck with a bunch of monsters
And the only way out is by shooting the shit
I've won me too many adventures, I'm waiting for problems
With dem buck
I don't give a fuck
All them fuckin haters you know they stuck
Cause I'm strapped witha 9
I'm strapped witha 40
Flem got them shit
be seeing through the lens
And no I don't trust n*****
No I can't trust n*****, if they showing they hand
I can't f*ck with no f*ck n*****
Always keep
with a Warlord complex
Putting the game in a choke hold then I raw dawg it, no sweat
N' I'm on target, when shooting my shot n I don't bargain, I go get
Enemies go hate
Normal level
Day by day
I'm on a wavy level
Don't play with them
Dem ma act their evil
They really tried
But I'm a friend
shake 'em up, you down to die,
'Cause we too much for the industry to handle, we buck aside,
run it n**** nut wit yo five,
I like to lease s*** it's
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