Lyrics:
and bitch-ass
Cops don't get no props
Around my way we buck 'em
Down at the playground
The bitches in blue ain't worth shit, quick
Shorty get his gun and now we
shit, but we don't need to take it there
I'm a young boss girl, let me upgrade ya
He's a worker, I get work out, what you 'bout girl
Trips to Venice,
pay stacks
Conjure on the rocks, don't chase that
Buss all in your bitch face, and
Like Puff, tell her take that, take that!
Champagne by the boatload
kissing
You wanna meet'cha maker, I'm a take ya
Or else let the man command
'Cause I'll be ready to get you open, ain't no joking, I jam
So if you wanna
the stick nigga play
I'll gun a nigga down by my rich buddy
Tell a niggaa don't get too close to my rich buddy
How the fuck we in the club with them glocks
nose runnin
This that feel you get when you boot Up one time
This what keep ya blood pumpin
Gone leave ya nose runnin
Never givin up .
Lets go
Lets
sense just standin' around
Pump yo fist, jump up and down
Mashed by the sounds of the M to the A y'all
And I don't understand why
Yes, you are now
and it
And it's so loud
Don't ya don't ya
Wanna go down
And the problems never end
Because bitches afraid to boss up and be the real them
I wanna ride
rebuild, your man's bionic
Put your trust in me, I never let you down
I always come up with a way to checkmate these clowns
I effeminate these clowns,
Aye
Lets get it
100
Slay gang shit
Yeah
Yeah
Yo
You know who we are
You see how we be
You know that we coming to get
I gotta go hard i travel
First off we got dough and we give that to guys who slide
You a little pup don't get caught in between two tides
Hit a old lick and a brand new ride
Hate You
Now you Keep Talkin Shit, I Kidnap And Ducktape You
Let Them Faggots Rape You
Then It's Back To Mississippi, If Ya Boys Want Revenge
Tell
It'll make ya ass an achiever
Gotta break bread wit'cha people
Even if they don't appreciate it
Life get tricky learn how to navigate it
Don't crash out
around me
Do they care
Yeah, say huh huh yeah
And don't let the bullshit get you down
And don't let bitches bring you down
And don't let the homies get
My glock is contagious, cuz heaven is spacious
Old heads been said, never cuff a hoe (don't do it)
OG's told me, send her up da road (da road)
Like
Put ya hands up and let those tzit tzits swing
(Tzit tzits swing)
Riding with the king like I'm BB King
Feeling good
(Feeling good)
Lets laugh till
could do was look at her
While she watced you coming down
She said pedal to the metal, just a 7 minute drive
Next thing you remember...
Is a love sentence
The troops came off and they got us out of the pot
And I said to the chief, "Yo, I get with ya, hops!"
The guy that rescued us said, "I hate to tell you
different
They not subliminal
It's posed to seep in your soul
If you react
I got your ass
Let's make that dirt into gold
You enough in this bitch
Let's get
going back (nah)
Ralo tell them where we at (yeah)
Ralo tell them where we at (yeah)
We in Lil Cali and Pakistan
None of these rappers don't stand
for them hard head niggas man
Now I don't wanna come across as a boss some type of mafia
But these are my thoughts, they awful, I won't argue with ya
around here, huh
Ya name ringing and they know you everywhere huh
I don't care none, because this always me
Same nigga from them project hallways B
X,
a level up, he get a level up
Yall get a level up lets dance til you wanna throw up
[male]
Just kiddin dont do that, the creator loves ya core
Check yo
need you, you, you (Even you)
I tell ya
I can't get, no, satisfaction
I can't get, no, girlie action
Cause I've tried, and I've tried
And I've tried
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