Lyrics:
like a full feast
Pussy niggas count me out, man I love to in-convene
Teddy P and Mr. Hood, you can call it history
We the best and fuck 'em all, we
These days mind my Biz
Getting it how I live
Came from the abyss
Fam know me as Cris
I don't need new friends
I just need more ends
Do this for my
a bravo
One foot in the air, levè yon zágo
Give it to em, give it to em baby bayo
Keep doing what you doing, girl bagay la cho
Name is Hans, how you doing?
out
[Hook 2x]
[Verse 2]
[B Stille]
We makes it hot for 'em, feel the flames
Who separate the real from lames
Yeaga be Stille's his name
pounds like James Brown give 'em ?Hot Pants?
I make your girl get down and open it up
Put my dick up in they jaws and go in they butt
I'm a young hot
gotta hot flame
And my hoes pay me, just like Baby, that's the only way they can lay me
Niggas shoot slugs but they ain't graze me, they want Sweet
delay, I'm gonna give em what they're wanting
So I light the flame, like an Olympic modern
Yeah, I want that fame, but I don't want the drama
Flaunt that
cheese, get that dough
Well it's the first of the month my nigga so you know what it is
Let's get down to the block and get that handlin' this biz
Call
happy but no it ain't nun of that in me
N**** you took my pop
And you shot from behind now i know that I'm huntin a p****
Now I'm going insane
Shoot em
the story go
When you handling ya biz that's how the story go
I just tell em what it is that's how the story go
This rap thing is what I live that's how
the streets, and most of dem die by the chrome
Ay give the little nigga his ball back
Game Boyz, put a clip in a .45, cock back
Jeezy show a nigga where
straight up witcha
Give my Yung a bag more than yo stash I bet he out to get ya
Catch em on yo ass they got yo tags they bout fix the issue
Next you
I can dig it
Here's a forty, swig it, you know it's frigid
I got 'em chillin in the cooler, break out the ruler
Damn, that's the fattest stog' I
be the cure for a sick disease
Just the way the devil had planned it
Rape then pillage everyone on the planet
Then give 'em fake gods at odds with
snorin' your flow borin'
Sort of like channel five at four in the mornin'
(Rock) Adult (made under on the par) give up hope
Grab the devil by the throat
the fuck up 'fore I put all them phone calls out
You made to my house when you was Wild'n Out before Nick
When you was on my dick and give you something
Could give a fuck about opinions
I don't know you in the first place
I'm out the flames, I'm out the flames
I got the gift like it's my birthday, yuh
gotta hot flame
And my hoes pay me, just like Baby, that's the only way they can lay me
Niggas shoot slugs but they ain't graze me, they want Sweet
seemed to never fall
He screamed "I Fade em all!"
It was this kid named Jamal
The sensai would Rakim, and his man Eric B
Give him an Eminem, and made him
when the flames barely hit bro
Crashing that whip on the mothafucking lawn
Give a fuck what the neighbors really gotta say
I do this for y'all
Death is
(out the P)
Kissin' Mary Jane and I can't even breathe (I can't breathe)
Make her give me brain 'fore I make her leave (make her leave, uh-uh)
She
we exemplify it
The most complicated 'formance of life, we simplify it
Bzz, don't knock it 'til you try it
Flying dagger, make 'em stagger, then I
are on grime
I wanna try new things, they just want me to sing
Because nobody thinks I write rhymes
And now I'm back in the bits with my guy
Give me
it's 7SLIME, give 'em a reason to post
Put him on a poster in the sky give 'em a hashtag to post
This is a warning
This is a warnin
This is a warnin
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