Lyrics:
Savage
I’m country so I’m riddin in a caddy
Imma Pimp but she still call me daddy
Pulling up bitch nigga what’s da addy
Lady pure stay
broads sudden downfall. Not realizin' they couldv'e reversed the curse simply by just saying, “ I need my TLC first.” But you... you ... You looked so
WALL-E
I'm cleaning up and they acknowledge me, your shawty just called me (Who)
Weird laugh like Kawhi Leonard, but both of us be balling (Facts)
They
out if your rich, cause we about to pitch a bitch
Just stop by the store and grab a case of that, a six of this
Hey Betty get it ready, cause you daddys
Man they work
Man must chop
Everyday me hustling man no stop
Featuring back to back woos
Heading to the top anybody wish us bad
I swear na you go
from hot
You press play cuz you know that Og Sin gon' knock
Who made that beat? The beat is made by his daughter Dany B
And at this point she been ten
Badu Meka o
Ibole
Afrika ina kwaana
Ye ye ye
Daddy ice, turn up the Mic
Goodmorning Africa
Wo wo wo
Chief Priest
Goodmorning Africa
One love Africa
while I reveal myself into the industry
By smokin lyrical chokin teacher provokin MC
Clear the way for me, unique, delete the weak
As I defeat the claim
[Big Mike]
This goes out to you H-O-E's
Swangin on the nuts of us motherfuckin G's
You ain't never seen a nigga like me baby
Big Mike aka Big D D
Big
all up in the party talkin' loud!
Systemized, a triple striker, when I was born
My mom and daddy shoulda named me Isiah 'cause I'ma ride
Sole
ain't no negative energy bout' to touch us
Said we never gon' make it my nigga watch us
See I got my girl by my side
Got the lord in the front
All them
I Lost my virginity at the age of six,
By one aunty for we yard weh we dey call big sis
She gimme fried chicken as she's taking off my clothes
Three
with that tre 8
So much pound in my back seat
I'm gettin chased by those motherfuckers o p d
Should I hit a condo and lose the bottle
Fuck it I hear
a lot of shenkes by my side
o boy i don high cause i don mayan palm wine
most of my dudes love to mayan Morkite
I write on sand paper cuz my lyrics too
Yo, yo, yo
Fresh out the Holy Ghost
I don't boast in myself, in him I boast, huh
We give thanks to the most
We were in a dark place but he brought us
it
Freedom is something so beautiful, but it's difficult to navigate within
New Haven, Connecticut, they got him in the street
Ten shots by
Look inside of my eyes
And search my soul to find what you See
Take a piece of my mind to find, it's no Nigga flyer then me
No nigga by where I be
No
mathmatical tuning
i'll whoop yo ass like steve seagal
above the law number 2, trick.
got vibes from pac, was raised by mama, thanks for being a friend.
soul or a bad egg?
And is our future wounded by philosophies our daddy had?
And everybody wants to see
What the mirror cannot see
Or is it
a hit. Cause we never gonna lose it dying. W
e gonna keep on fighting. Hold on when we win, take a hit. Cause we never gonna lose it dying. We keep
York
"Juicy" had us feeling like we was from New York
And that's real shit, blazed the Philly
It's summertime, shout out to Will Smith
'Cause who
to ride in your Six tonight
I don't want you to trick tonight
You ain't gotta pop Cris' tonight
I don't care what's on your wrist tonight
I just want
to leave
(J-Dawg)
The way I see it, look the two of us could mash as a team,
Can't let you pass, look, what'cha doin' with all that ass in them jeans?
represent yours Crew
Which one of y'all think you ill enough to bust A+
get crushed by the stampede of the elephant tusks
We LB families niggas don't
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