Lyrics:
me either
Not one thing
See the streets want me to thug
And corporate America thinks I'm priceless
If I remove the curse and live
My life like Miley
Task force just hit the block
Time to make a move, the spot got hot
You chase a cop, homeboy why not?
She lit the match and light the crack
Ain't
(yeah yeah)
Hundred rounds, brrr, spend live by (brr)
Drankin' purple lean, fuck my sky dive
Ridin' in them Wraiths like a shotta (skrrt skrrt)
Biggie-Biggie-Biggie Smalls is the illest
Uh, yeah
Biggie-Biggie-Biggie Smalls is the illest
Live from Bedford-Stuyvesant, the livest one
Representin' BK
You're the light of the world
You're the salt of the earth
By your precious blood
You rescued me from sin and death
That's why I follow
Your footstep
Some like that weed or that dope and some shoot it up in they veins (oh)
From the home of the 'caine, jackin' and crackin' brains
Broadcastin' live
ro-bots
Sink or swim I'm gon' always remain this solid
N***** claim that they fly but can't even pilot
Everyone's on that white girl no Miley Cyrus
How
Off instrumentals, had my pencil and plus my paper
We caught the 86 Lithonia headed to Decatur
Writin' rhymes, tryna find our spot off in that light
Biggie-Biggie-Biggie Smalls is the illest
Uh, yeah
Biggie-Biggie-Biggie Smalls is the illest
Live from Bedford-Stuyvesant, the livest one
Representin' BK
'Til one day I grew suspicious
When I stepped on a crack on Aunt Edna's stoop
And got pooped on by a group of stupid pigeons
Then we flew the coop
'Til one day I grew suspicious
When I stepped on a crack on Aunt Edna's stoop
And got pooped on by a group of stupid pigeons
Then we flew the coop
Some like that weed or that dope and some shoot it up in they veins (oh)
From the home of the 'caine, jackin' and crackin' brains
Broadcastin' live
litty
On that Miley Cyrus I been licking titties
When I'm hitting that spot got her pissy pissy
Younging so lit so you know I got options
2 seat geek
of Boom, and seek higher thought
Maybe you live, or maybe not, the blade's hot
Many renegades ready for battle, die on the spot
With one shot, one whole
a girl who spend a little cash for her shoes
Face natural, can I get at you?
Saw a spot on the body, look nice with a tattoo
With my name, but didn't
Pockets swollen niggas rolling drinking good and hell 'a smoking
Gas burning baby girl looking like it's me she chosen
And she twerking Miley Cyrus
a nigga mic down
Give her one punch like a pirate
Watch her switch up Miley Cyrus
I want the keys to a rari
She got that water, katara, I told her I've bend
to fucking test if I really care
I'm 'gone take what is really mine
And like Miley I'm 'bout to climb
Yeah I'm 'bout to go and I really cannot stop
Homie I'll
shit
(Player Activities)
Took a bad bitch to the drive in
(Player Activities)
Trey songz I'm finna dive in
(Player Activities)
White bitch Miley Cyrus
was broken, he kicked his casket open and he
This life goes passing you by
It might go fast if you lie
You're born, you live, then you die
Oh, oh,
got a quarter pound
Im on the streets i got a quarter pound
Manifesting i be waiting to see
No miley cyrus but we playing with keys
The corner hugged
she need a taste
Like Miley Cyrus
She get want she want
And she never ask for prices
I work late nights
Cause I like all my diamonds dancin
Freido in
the speedometer twerking, Miley Cyrus
Super twist, Oliver, I don't need a stylist
Thank you for your kindness
You call me your highness
Strictly on some fly shit
I
locs on hard hat goin' to war
Breakin' them off on sight, stoppin' lives like red lights
Watch 'em pause as I pull my strap, out my drawers
And get
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