Lyrics:
gimme that money, lil' nigga
You knowin' that I'ma do right with it
Private charter, they snortin' that tartar
I got 'em surrounded by white women
I
Let me make love, love to you
Let me thrill you with my song
Let me replace the love and the faith
Could it be, you're fallin' in love
With a thug
now I'm dropping songs
I get on these pills and, ooh, I get in my zone
I was raised round hobos 44s getting chased by the popos
Man I remember
The world by the balls, eatin' out my palm
Every album song I was spazzin'
The fuck out on
And now I'm gettin' frowned and clowned on
But the only one who's
smoked
I'ma still get to Heaven on a little rubber boat uhh
Snoop hit it then I hit it too aww yeah little bitch
I'm talkin' 'bout you now all ya ever do
Old McDonald had a farm
Ee-eye-ee-eye - my dick
(Is he dead?)
You can run but you can't hide, I find ya
Just when you think the shit is over,
'til
They pump my liver
And I'ma spit it, like it get it, kinda self
But I'm fine
I'd rather live by what I live by
Then die when I'm fine
I'm gonna
to fuck
Ooh, go 'head, move that ass
Give a G a chance and let me clog the gap in ya pants
I can tell you a freak
By the way that you dance
Yeah, a AAA
It's time to get heated (Yo, Biggie)
Where the homie Snoopy and shit nigga?
(Niggas trippin' all out, ya know I mean?)
Ayo, what's up Cuzz? Zuu Tribe!
ya'll tell me how you heard of Zoes
305, First 48 they favorite episodes (shh)
So many niggas out here singin' songs
That's why them choppers hear
Walk the streets of glory, let men lift their voice
Oh that lets, give our best, merry to rejoice
Oh I want to see Him, look upon His face
Oh we too
on-and-and-on-and-on-on-and-on
The beat don't stop until the break of dawn
I said M-A-S, T-E-R, a G with a double E
I said I go by the unforgettable name
Of the man they call
NF did on his track called "When I Grow Up"!
I wanna rap fast - Switch flows like Nafla!
Sing great, drop hate - Be someone they can trust, ya!
Act
Bottom text
Your bitch do want sex
Bust all in her mouth and she asking me what's next
Big checks
I won't love an ex
This prod by Huntaps so you know
to the right that's tight but I'ma stay
In the cradle, if ya able
Break it to the left man
Chorus
(till song fades out)
like ya bite a tenderoni
Rollin' in this rhyme 'cause it's mine and ya know me
I'ma mind, defy, or sing like Toni Tone
Singin' for their supper like
Took a dive into his fame, inspiration for stayin alive
Swam to the shore, stepped upon land
Walked up to a whore, grabbed her by the hand
And said
that's a lie-
You can peep the drip, I'm not dry-
Now ya boy be the topic
Joyner Lucas gotta hit me, we can rock shit
Tory Lanez, you a singer just stop it
I'ma soldier!
Stick in my chrome receiver, and I fins to get it on
Influenced by the dolja
Blastin' at the rollers
Callin' couple of soldiers
loggin' on cus they young boss talk of me
And ya'll song is so awful, please see
and you know how I get, embody my hip-hop shit
Personify greats so these
the mic
I'll tell you all these motherfuckin' jokes I got (clap ya hands, man)
But first I'ma start off like that, ayy, help me sing it, homeboy
Come
the fuck is BME
Y'all niggaz ain't BMF
I can hadle y'all bitches by my damn self
Fuck lil scrappy, fuck lil jon, fuck don p and his son
Fuck big sam, fuck
yeah, brang one of ya cute partnas along
Because I'm only 25, and still going live
I got the estate by the pool, by the lake outside
I wake up
totin' the steel, get you killed, I'm hot with the heat
And I'ma stay on they necks until the day that I'm deceased
Evicting niggas out the game, yeah, you
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