Lyrics:
fell
Nine planets, sun, moon, stars, heaven, and hell
God Shit Biatch
Welcome to Los Angeles nights
Where the darkest streets get lit up by
pretty with the long hair
Yeah, fuckin' with three niggas at a time, damn
I'm just hopin' that the kid ain't mine, yeah, mmh
Tippy toes
Tall bitch,
cake
That's why I'm livin' three lives, I'm in GTA
I'm in Los Angeles drivin' a Mercedes
And it's funny because honestly I didn't think I'd see LA
fuck a fuckin baller [3x]
Ballin, Kilos in the attic chico
But of course shorty sore for like 8 weeks
You know I beat the pussy up like them Dre
couldn't make it, I'm a take it by myself
I'm awaiting a vacation
Three bricks going to Kurt, coming home from Las Vegas
On the phone with Joe, finishing
cakes
And he ate one, two, three, four
But Jackie wanted more
Five, six, seven, eight, Jackie had another plate
And by the time he got to twenty
Anybody
written on your cooch
With rubber demands, condoms in your soft hands
I got plans for booty work to catch a lap dance
That skirt is workin', and by
There's a four by four, blacked out four door
Ice cold six pack in the floorboard
That's got my name on it
Hot little chick, cherry bomb red
He kicked it out of my hand, how real that?
Yo, a place where niggas get it on at
I think it evolved around three hundred raps, thirty stacks
He had
the Bentleys, the Hummers, the Benz
Escalades twenty three inch rims (Oh!)
Jumpin' out the Jaguar with the Tims, keep it real
And live good, East coast West
kids on a dead-end street
Told Smurf to get the keys to the Jeep
Three niggaz only goddam free
If you fronting, get put to sleep
Infrared beam over
Fuck around lay around do or die (Repeat x3)
"You figgedy fuck around you lay around"
Word to Joe Frazier got ta do what pays ya
Give a nigga
thing bitch, catch me tryna drill some shit
Still with my same clique, and no you can't hang bitch
I go by YoungBoy, what it is?
Pull up, me
it's 6 in the mornin'
Should I stay, ain't got no time to play
Put my ??? by my t-shirt
Then I break, to the door
My partner's three deep in a six-four
boys
Tonight we're droppin' by 'cause your parents left
The Beastie Boys gonna let you know
Your sister's def
Your sister's def
She's so huh, is
Our romance won't end on a sorrowful note,
Though by tomorrow you're gone;
The song is ended, but as the songwriter wrote,
The melody lingers on.
new drop top 'Rari with three bitches
Tired being in the middle of trial with three snitches
And I hit up every club in your city, where niggas at?
I
huh)
I'm leaving out at 6 with a dime piece
By 9 o'clock, we on round three
I speak of rain they say I'm crazy like they didn't know
See I'm not crazy
safe
But this is take a shot time
You waiting for a purpose?
I already got mine
While you tell me "step to it like
One, two, three, four"
And if
The other side
Of Jamie's door
Is aching loneliness
One, two, three, four
She dances with
The ancient fears
With porcelain smiles
And wetless tears
choose yo' wars
Or be like me muthafucka and do it with two guns
[Chorus: x3]
Check my war wounds (uggggh)
My war wounds (ugggh)
Every soldier got
wit' some killas
Slang crack to some dope fiends, ride wit' some drug dealers
Find me in 3rd ward pullin' all nightas
Keep a tech 9 cocked for any
and my pants never sagg
[Hook: x 2]
[Verse Three: Silkk The Shocker]
It ain't nothing but a gangsta party
You know what we bring
No Limit
And to the earth it gave great light
And so it continued both day and night.
Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel
Born is the King of Israel!
And by the light of that same
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