Lyrics:
Hattninnin!)
Let ya boy Parlae get some of that Harlem clientele (What's Hattninnin!)
I got more crack than a curb, Fuck wit me! (Westside! Aye fuck wit me
come and rock with me everybody rocking out
I make em jump till there's a hole in the fucking ground
Pose for a picture, nigga I am so off the Richter
on the satellites (I see 'em)
It's Basquiat boss when it come to paint
And when I'm followin' my heart, don't tell me what I can't (what I can't)
You are just
The iron chef, I whip it up in hell’s kitchen
(tell ’em) shit it’s all in the wrist
Boy I’m nice with it
Get a coffee pot hot, drop some ice in it
Take it
I’d have to beat on em way too cruel
Tell a boy, just cool
If you’re a G, bring a tool
If not, have a seat, grab a stool
Imma sleep on em way too cool
Cause it cannot go to the grave
And I got some things about how I live
That I gotta take to the grave
See shawty you play, you late
Then I move em right
I sold my soul to the devil today (Around here they tell me I had a hell of a year)
Thought it would help me in some kind of way (Oh, you thought
wanna hit 'em in the face (ha ha ha)
Tell these haters quit copyin me
I got that speed and harmony, what the fuck?
Right there, what you say? (what did he
play me"
My hoes never say nothing they just okay me
I keep the K right between em' like OKC
Please, the young boy has got the remedy down
If you ain't
(Coke white cash got me fitted like Royce)
(Waiting, uh, um, yeah, you leave me no choice)
(We don't need no choice, y'all some pussy boys)
(We don't
to do tha
kid that tried to slip for some buda, sleep (word up)
I peeped every spot his boys be, I got crew
But what am I do is get somebody new to do it
on me
I'm just gon'
Hit 'em with a fuck no, cuz I know they don't love me
And I'm rocking jerseys
I don't rock no bape hoodies
I like girls who shoot
that you can do for 'em, you feel me
So I just tell 'em please don't act like act, no
All my niggas we the same, please don't act like that
Please
hard as fuck, I make you ask what was it
Boy you should have known by now, Eazy does it
I was knocking motherfuckers out
What's your name boy
Funky,
in the night
Angels by my side help me fight Uh
Yea I don't care if they notice me Uh
I got that ZHUZH you know I'm gonna shine
I don't care if they
problems
Just tell her ''baby don't come follow me'' cause baby you know you come with some problems
Baby, you don't need all of this cause baby I swear I
mushrooms, I got acid, I got tabs and aspirin tablets
I'm your brother when you need, some good weed to set you free
You know me, I'm your friend, when you
I'm chilllin' with Brazilian women, heavy accents
They black friends translatin', got 'em all ass naked, adjacent
Have relations with 'em many places
youngsters is crazy
I can't even control 'em sometimes
I tell you
I love them boys though, them boys my boys
I fuck my bitches by the sixes
No goin' steady
I
sick
Making me cough
Boy you're doing it wrong
I'm pulling it off
I was lost
Got some hope from the cross
Give em' truth
Reject the truth
They push it
sick
Making me cough
Boy you're doing it wrong
I'm pulling it off
I was lost
Got some hope from the cross
Give em' truth
Reject the truth
They push it
like what the fuck is wrong with you?
I just fucked so many people bitches I got trust issues aye!
So tell your people, not to mess with me though
It's
i'm blessed
Can't you tell by the way I dress?
It's a mess
Good hollows tearing up his flesh
ShittyBoyz thrusted up, all we know is flex
Yes, got more
somewhere
I was on the move, they was looking for me
Tell 'em I been on the move
I'm wicked with the wrist
If I ever take a shot know I will ever miss
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