Lyrics:
Heavy on it
You know the vibe on that Gang shit
Them other niggas we don't hang with
Running this shit bitch I'm shaking the room
I know envying me I'm
and I lay low
Why I am so slow on this xannies?
Hell yeah hell yeah
Bitch really tryna get my days off
And I do shooting and I lay low
Aight? Yeah!
tho
Grown man act like a punk ass bitch
Niggas in their 20's, eew I'm sick
I can't fuck it, oh you wrong with it
These girls love niggas
They can't live
took no days off
You know I be keeping it on
Imma bounce right back
Even on days I feel too wrong
Used to sleep on the couch
Bitch, I'm finally out
ground
This is how it goes
My life is a show clowns all around me they tryna blow
I'm just looking for the door
Aight imma head out no waiting no more
no rush
Body perfect i can't help but touch
Rude bitch
I don't like them kind
Got me tripping
Got me losing my mind
It's aight
Girl why tripping over
to that right dough
You do things for the show
I'm on ten toes and always on the go
There's moves to be made, aight fasho
Feeling aroused like a dick in her
to take I just couldnt assume
Come in this bitch sweep it like broom duh duh doom
See my enemies steal energy when I walk in room
I went and got mine I had
She hop ontop and then she do The glide
She messing up the sheets but its Aight
Me and Yung SV beat up a beat Like Issa fight
Imagine when it's not
through (aight I'm finna keep it real wit him now)
Real niggas don't feel dem nigga
And on some real nigga shit man I feel you niggas
We like we miss Pac
Uh
Yeah
Huh yeah
Uhn
Mmh, yeah, yeah
Yeah, Yeah
Uhn
It seems impossible because it fucking isn't
Keep going The Extra Mile nigga this is
you walk by, girl, you have me struck
Like lighting, girl, it's frightening
When I'm with you, I feel enlightened
When you're gone, I feel like dying
rima reciclada
ellos son originales
ustedes una mamada
pero i dont mind
i drop mine
and roll by bitch
yall keep on
rolling by
copying lines bitch
son
[Chorus: x 2]
The things, that's on my mind
When I be sliding by, in my city (in my city)
It's the things, that's on my mind
When I be sliding
favorite favorite girl
Captivated by her booty her beauty shit admire everything
Thick how I like jeans fitting tight
Let's converse while we take flight
all?
But, I've not got nothing to lose
No, I've got nothing to lose
Day by day let the pain go away
But it keeps coming back trying to crawl me away
Oh
control me
Girl I'm sorry
For the pain I've caused
Never meant for all the rain to fall
You made me feel so wrong
In a way I was, aight fuck it I'll admit
up to one-another
(Hittman aight) I'm tight enough
To be discovered
By the Westcoast's tops, nigga
The same guy who found Eminem, Snoop and DOC
In
and your bitch been a slut
You never had a spot, never held it down
Never had a Glock and you never loaded rounds
You never went to work with a nigga like me
I feel I'm the shit cause everybody talkin
I know I'm the shit
Cause everybody watchin uh!
I'm tryna make it to the top
But the top seems far
When
There was a time when all I wanted was to fuck Christina Milian, uh
Was bumpin' Petey Pablo, throw it up for Carolina
We dropped the rim and put our
comprehend
Don't know how to diss, though you sure know how to bend
(bitch)
Got you attracted to the brokeness so keep it
Showin off for them hoes, it's all
cooler
Than tryna save
Nigga, be a man, make a plan
Be a better nigga and
Try to find a way to make a way, keep it G
A'ight, I see you, yeah maryland,
I fucked yo bitch
Sike
Nah I'm just playing
But I'm just saying
Yo she be slaying
She looking fine
(Aight?)
No disrespect
But she perfect
The way she
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