Lyrics:
a little change, you got a little
taste
She don't separate the real from the fake
Fuck it, it's cool dawg, I'ma move on
Been trapping off a motherfucking
be alright
what a night
Yo
Here we go
Toast to
ghetto
c party stared at 10
Please come in
There's a whole bunch of music let me introduce you to my
be alright
what a night
Yo
Here we go
Toast to
ghetto
c party stared at 10
Please come in
There's a whole bunch of music let me introduce you to my
that I'm flexing
17 got my first chick
Ass fat couldn't dare to breath
My whole life was a blessing
My first car had it wrecked in
You love it you come
sleve
Perhaps you might have thought I'm a dreamer with a fat head
Now you're stuck with a baby from a crack head
Come to my shows, you want
the morning
To dick you down till you sore
An I could never comprehend the way you trickin on these bitches
How you cop a stare from every single nigga in
Time apart may be better in the long run
I realize if you call that I'm gon come
Now that I'm acting different
You stay hitting my phone now
You said I
great
Bout three woods to start my day, Get my cash and on my way
Told lil' girl, come here like Jace Nigga been ballin' like game 6 Klay
Think its
around (ayy)
I just hit her phone with that "WYD" (yeah)
She said, "Boy I'm down, if you wanna come find me" (cool)
I said, "Watchu wearing girl?
Yea
For the record
Hear the squeak when I'm stepping
TR what I'm repping
It's me
And we don't come in 2nd
So special our effort
It's leagues
Kelly trial
An architect putting my hoods down
DMV bandwagon here now like Alvin from the program
We in the house house house
I'm Omar Epp'n it
Folarin
From a hoodlum on the block
Whispered to me "What you got?
You'll get shot if you refuse to come up off that
What made you floss that outside
and I play the boys in blue like fools
[Chorus]
[Master P]
Fedz has me trapped without fled
The scene some smuggling dope from Cali to New Orleans
From
the evening or I’m haunted by the evil
And I’m haunted by the demons, I can’t hide from myself
Cause I’m the only one that sees it, I’m just screaming for help
the spots hot, here come the cops
the ??????????, it's time to close up shop
time to move on, brothas on there cellular phones
talkin to them hoochies, I mean
I said you don't really wanna go, I can tell
But I'ma take you anyway, what the hell
So come on get on in the ride
And let me take you
Haha
Swifty McVay
Mr. Porter
The Kon Artis (ah)
I told you we wasn't leavin', come on
I come from a jungle, with a trunk load of punk hoes
we're shooting today called 'Horror Evening'
Thanks for the contribution it's cheaper than props
And even looks more authentic than any blood our
(Slug):
I'll take seven emcees, put ?em in a line
Shoot ?em and sell their clothes to get my wisdom teeth pulled
From here on out I'm grabbing
loyalty when they eatin' beside you (then you gon' get ate)
You a worker, the boss wouldn't be here without you (nope)
You do the dirty work from
know by living
In the neighborhood familiar
With those sounds we knew it was gunshots
So automatically you know we started
Taking cover because we
Didn't
motherf***er
Turn me up some
Yo
Oh shit
Who those motherf***ers
Comin' in here?
No, it can't be
Ah
Yo yo, gimme some room
I'm throwin' elbows
Look out!
Here he comes, skatin' down the street
You can tell he's cool,
By the way, he moves his feet
Always on the thin side
He's so careful
gasket just blew
This always happens, thirty minutes from home
Gotta lay a log cabin, only option I have is McDonald's bathroom
In a public stall,
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