Lyrics:
make music soft spoken,
What a way to change your heart when you stay got it by the chosen,
What a way to sleep at night when you know God the one I'm
shit
getting Q's and P's off my dick
Thats why T's and C's all my bitches
They trya stick and eat from my lick
The music i fiend for this shit
I
I'm gettin' home, tomorrow
Caesar drop you off when he see his P.O.(hey)
Back of my mind, I hope she swallow
Man she spilt a drink on my cream
tipsy, say no mo'
Except how I'm gettin home, tomorrow
Caesar drop you off when he see his P.O.(hey)
Back of my mind, I hope she swallow
Man she spilt
the club tipsy, say no mo'
Except how I'm gettin home, tomorrow
Caesar drop you off when he see his P.O.(hey)
Back of my mind, I hope she swallow
Man
Except how I'm gettin home, tomorrow
Caesar drop you off when he see his P.O.(hey)
Back of my mind, I hope she swallow
Man she spilt a drink on my cream
na bumper to bumper na my decree
Se lon gbomi rush rush like indomie
Everytime I drive by dem dey feel de breeze
And make their head turn 360 degrees
rapper yeah he broke
And I take that boy for a joke
Niggas talk like they a beast
Real life Cousy O.P.
Smoking strong gas by the O.Z.
That’s the mids
your ass cheeks spread out and shit
Right?
Put a hanger on a fuckin stove and let that shit sit there
for like a half hour
Take it off and stick it in
Bangin One5ive but surrounded by Cs & the rakes
I’m up that’s the reason they hate
We gone bust down the P till it turn into shake
Sell dat cus i need
meat, drink skeet like protein
Trigga Maxo C, Mexican OT
Zaza pounds of the loud get 'em OT
Drank by the case, took a pint to the face
Like P. Diddy,
P-P-P
Engineerin' the cut is E Double E
Yo, it's the Diggy Diggy Doc y'all
Yo, yo yo, when I hear a "Bass"
This goes out to my niggaz and why'all
cuts
You can tell the dope good by how the plug tape it up
Powder over the counter sack, mac, couldn't make it up
Im from the A double N A P O L I
In
he wanna buy this arp but this a murder stick
Niggas know I'm geeked up off this lean, I take these percocets
Last nigga that talked down on TT, we
to be.
One, two, take a look at you
Death by matrimony!
Hey sucker,
(What the hell's got into you?)
Hey sucker!
(Now there's nothing you can do.)
kids 2 feed"
Fuk ur Boo-hoos ByTch Betta learn how to get it
Off yo muthafukin knees
U wanna take from another 'cause u can't get dressed
And go 2 work,
shooting then I'm shooting, know that I'm squeezing
And she wanna take a trip, she talk about five seasons
But she know that I can't really go, they hiding
I might put my game on and take yo pic
Okay, I'm proof that we all should get free
Direct from the streets of S.P
Who alone tryna be the next
guap off the P's
They been asking me for favors need to stop all it please
Gang members in my city know that I'm an honoree
I'ma get that check
time
If flattery in it's highest is imitation
Y'all niggaz really love me, I can tell by what you take from me
Happy February, let's make history, y'all
Yo
Hey yo, you all remember Shiro
Down low the money
Snaked by his girl and the friend he called his right hand
Things have been different from
built on luck it's our rhythm
Designed by, refined by
The z-i-p-p-a-s
MVP players
T-a-t native
The best not debated
See I can do it sober
Or I can be
off switch
No, this ain't no Louis
I got this from Gucci
My shit be Tailored and costly
Second line got my gat by my armpit
For anybody who think they
And music's strictly that, make, my cap, off this play
I'm in love with my trap, Im try playin' her face
She talking bout' take her out, I try see what it do
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