Lyrics:
beez in the trap, be-beez in the trap (yeah)
I beez in the trap, be-beez in the trap (2 Chainz)
Okay now Nicki, Nicki, Nicki, put it in your kidney
side to side (D-Block)
(Put 'em up high, dunk ride cause)
New York is back
Let me see your hands, wave 'em side to side (uh, yeah, uh yeah)
Put 'em
Woah, woah, woah
Once you cross that line, it ain't no tryin' to fix it
You want me to forgive you, let's be realistic
I can't kick it with your
a whole lot of patience
I'll have yo' bitch ass sittin' at the bus station
It's pimpin', my money hold me down, I ain't limpin'
Everything I got is on these
from under the tummy, busting a Tommy
Or come from under your garments, yo chest and your arm hit
Pow, one to the head now you know he dead
Now you
of Love and time
Cause the mind to trick the eye?
I wonder how you gettin' by
And all the stars still in your eyes
But you still just get the five
You
of Love and time
Cause the mind to trick the eye?
I wonder how you gettin' by
And all the stars still in your eyes
But you still just get the five
You
off
I stopped trustin' niggas since Gotti got caught
It's Bricks, keep your wrist covered, I'm piss colored
By the waist got a gun as dark as Kris
flame niggas, I bang niggas
I was only eighteen when I was pimpin'
Set that bitch down right by Disney Land
I'd rather give you my bitch
Than to let
and kick it wit' me for a minute
Y'know what I'm sayin', come and ride wit' ya boy man, Hey!
Y'all ready know what it is, hey,
We gone swing by some
really on, where you team at? Put them on
Looking in the mirror, only bitch I depend on
Ah, I'm going live, sit down and watch me
See my ass tan, I was
cleaned up mine
I'm still paranoid though, from what I left behind
Gotta put me some gloves on, they **** with Buck now
Tryna slow me down, got me **** in
Yo nahmsayin?
Yeah she'll take you out too kid
Take this shit out
A rainy day laid up thinkin' sittin' gettin' bent
Watchin' old seventy
me
Because the shit that I be saying ain't worse than no western movie
Don't blame me blame your man Gotti
So you can feel the hand of the dead body
off
I stopped trustin' niggas since Gotti got caught
It's Bricks, keep your wrist covered, I'm piss colored
By the waist got a gun as dark as Kris
hard
That's even tho' yo' CEO talk shit, get slapped hard
The backyard is where we get our scrap on
The black car drive by, then you get capped
wait for somethin good to put in yo Kenwood
Turn it up to twenty-one, and bop it in your hood
I'm a eastside nigga (Nigga)
Gotta have sprilla
teddy bend her ass down
I be like como si llama, lil' mama mi llamo pain, what is yo name
I'm feelin' yo vibe
And I'm hopin' you feel the same
I'm a wink
to sell
People look at you like youse the user
Selling drugs to all the losers, mad buddha abuser
But they don't know about your stress-filled day
Baby
Life is much mo' precious
Than you'll think
Like a game'll make yo chips sink
It's so hard
Hard to trust a smile and face
When niggas got
social distant, hoes like, "When you not trippin'?"
I duck the party, who said they saw me?
Crown on Bob Marley, wrist on Yo Gotti
They gon' judge your
I move smoke off word of mouth still stop by nana house
Put in work in sandy town gave niggas hand me downs
Lock and load she ready now I gave a fair
want to put in some worth
That's a g-string you got on, boy you know your wrong
Bring your girls to 15-0-5 I can't talk long
Hay yo' snoop, these
Fuck wit us we, gon' hurt somebody
Only gone, Dillinger, Young Gotti
Fuck wit us we, gon' hurt somebody
Cha-pow! Layin all these wack niggaz down
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