Lyrics:
cellar
Burning lever catch me in the hoompty when
I'm making my drops
My young boy shot everything, making it hot
Flow is retarded
Putting coke up
roster
I flip around the city with top shottas
Timmy told me go get 'em, and I got 'em
All 'em broken promises, I never bought 'em
All the real
You don’t wanna invite me to the function
Seatbelt strapped, don’t tell em tho
If you got ps, I’ll sell em hoe
I promise they don’t want that free smoke
Then I'm chilling on the dance floor getting off some moves
Hit the Soulja Boy once and everybody started losing it
They ain't seen a man this nimble
Relapse
Playin wit my gangsta, we gon leave em Radames
We heard that you play the fence, play wit me, ya saga end
Really kick it in the field, boy
Mad at myself cause I done seen some things that I'd rather not tell
Shawty smoke crack and her boyfriend too
Sometimes he touch her daughter like
got hate inside my heart, ooh
Love, I'm tryna tell you, whenever you lie to me, I know it
A couple niggas I wanna kill when I'm at home, but I don't
my eyes, got water in em
Why the fuck am I still standing here, nobody love me I ain't happy here
My mama said, she can't handle him
But still, I
Tell 'em I be feeling some way
Thinkin' I can get the Maybach off gun play
Instead I let the words play with 90 beats a minute
Bet the streets lose
the trunk and I blow like an elephant
Buddy gone need em some medicine
I make em buy it from me cause I'm selling it
He got a tech but I'm knowing it's
level, boy, go pay your rent first
And then maybe I'll sign you
I'm looking for talent, I hope that I find you
(Wait a minute, you asked me now let me tell
young ladies just drop their drawers
and when they drop em, I don't kick em, check it
Like the Fat Boys said, I "Brrrrrrrr, STICK EM!"
From that
Aiko
Okay, homie, did a remix, now they tell me "hey, bro
I think one of them already made a 'Halo'"
Ayy, well shoutout my boy, David, his flow cool with
'm a gangsta, I don't need rap for nothin'
And only play games in the A or Compton
Hop by the box, Chevy murder, any man standin'
It's Boyz N Da Hood, E tell 'em
Yea, hah!
And I got some runners with me
Whoa!
Let's go!
Tell em how to run, tell-tell em how to run
Tell em how to run, tell-tell em how to run
Fellas at the backdoor, girls by the bedroom
The name is Play, don't dare play me cheap
The microphone is a broom and I'ma sweep ya
Off your feet with
a pretty face
I'm glad I had my metal sh*t
I been in situations where some pussy almost got me hit
Was thirteen it was me Keem and Maal tryna chase a mil
thug (a bone thug)
A couple bitches then you know I'ma disown her (disown her)
She say that she ain't swallow nut, you got me fucked up (you got me
and Koopa
Tipping by them state troopers
Round here boys disappear like it was a roofer
Land of the trill got me grill grilling woman
Every summer dropping
start by makin' it clear
That ain't got a thing to do with us
Tell me what it is that I gotta do, baby
For you to be my girlfriend?
And girl, I know
murder
Somebody tell 'em it's murder
Murder was the case and they blamed me
Stop lyin' to me, boy, it'd be best you confess
I can smell the BS
you would be over me by now?
So you go sleepin' with them clowns, they are no relief
She spoke her piece, I know, capisce
So love must be let go,
with
Love me to death, do whatever I tell her, I fuck her and turn her a lunatic
Jumped off the yacht, then I ran to the chopper, I'm livin' my life
the waist?
By the way baby boy, would you like a taste?
Let me tell you what I need on those license plates
"Property of Mohogany Brown", standin'
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