Lyrics:
The boy dripping soy in
Some corduroys singing Lloyd
Steady buying boof by the ounce
Still kicking it on momma couch
Musically a genius I don’t
the bean even if it’s boston baked i spit on it and lick it clean get deep in her spleen leave the scene unseen by her boyfriend dean
If he wanna get spooky
Malcolm till the day game
Lil' Latasha sure grown, tell the lady in the liquor store that she's forgiven
So come home
Maybe in time you'll understand, only
I got the candy paint sprayed by Eddie
And I'm ridin' on that glassy chrome, all courtesy of my hustle game,
Be a hustler's in my bloodline, I don't
ass up
I'ma get in the other car"
"Aight"
If there's beef cock it and dump it
The drama really means nothin' to me
I'll ride by and blow ya
Got, only so much time in this bastard
Bitter be claimin' broke but I be sayin' they pro-cras-ti-natin
Settlin' for less, bet' be ready
When they
ima muthafuckin Goat
Money over niggas LLC
You lame broke ass hoes can't sit with me
Ima pro in the game, yea you heard of me
How to pimp these niggas?
trynna get by
Day to day struggling with shit so you get high
And staying drunk on the regular
Talking dope talk on your cellular
But in this game
I'm in the Fab 5
You know, Yayo and 50, Buck and Game, You know my fuckin' name
Whether the truck or train
My minds stuck on the grind
'cause
flame
Eat these rappers chef up the game
Shit on the track shit on the train
Murder the beat the beat was slain
Rest in peace thats a shame he kill
both in Paris
I would have grabbed her by the waist and kissed her, but
We in the middle of whole foods, and those fools
Ain't supposed to beef, but
doin' my thang (haha)
I said I've been doin' my own thang
You can tell by my Benz, by my BM, and my Hummer, damn
I'm doin' my thang
[ Lloyd Banks ]
When
Hello, hello, my ace man, my fellow
John Wayne ain't got nothing on my fringe game, oh no
I could take some Pro Wings, make them cool, sell those
the flagship can we?
Everybody in the Bounty
[Chorus]
So go
Ninja, go!
And fight!
Use that flow!
And you might
Survive!
Oh looks like you're having fun
By
ass up
I'ma get in the other car"
"Aight"
If there's beef cock it and dump it
The drama really means nothin' to me
I'll ride by and blow ya
and start the business
Fuck the game on missionary I know my mission
Keep my backpack raps that's filled dynamite
I keep that shit on stand by, stand by
It ain't nothing but a party here
From the early evening til the break of day
So step this way and let your mind be free
And by the way "welcome
in the game?
Man I stay doin the damn thang
Cuz I'm 'bout mine cuz I'm 'bout mine
Yeah, it's the youngest in charge
Known for the hottest of rap
before your times up
You ain’t getting any younger
Remember 04 cruising chillin in the summer
Feeling like Lloyd Banks for more I had a hunger
I’m
the North Pole
I try to focus on the hole
Of where the torch goes
In the tradition of these
Legendary sports pros as far as I can see
I've made it
got you now nigga knowin' you down
Niggaz is foul, this is trauma king, by any means baow
They pushed his face in, fell out his Saconies
Snatched his
It ain't nothing but a party here
From the early evening til the break of day
So step this way and let your mind be free
And by the way "welcome
Welcomed by the Queen of Clubs the tourist comes
For bright lights and thrills of a careless flutter or
The big win
A simple card game's your desire
Just look over your shoulders!
Whenever you need me
Just look over your shoulders, honey!
Yeah, you need me (ooh)
I wrote my first bars in the car
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