Lyrics:
the humbles I was shootin ( ? )
And now my time has come
And now hip-hop's an industry polluted by bums
Posin with guns, they're puffin mad blunts
Aiyo,
are planned
Scams are plotted over grams and rocks
Outlaws motherfuckers die by the random shots
We all die in the end, so revenge we swore
I was
the other side, fuck them tricks (fuck them)
Any repercussion, Junior M.A.F.I.A. spit clips (Notorious)
All the time, Big Poppa kick the war rhymes
Raw
trustworthy by the looks in your eyes
Stay wit' me, be my dog like Dollar and Richie
She convinced me, all we really need is love strict
(Love is all we
trustworthy by the looks in your eyes
Stay wit' me, be my dog like Dollar and Richie
She convinced me, all we really need is love strict
(Love is all we
on his way
Don't even waste your time
And worry how he handle thangz
(That ain't right) baby hear me when I say
A playa feelin' good today (you know
did your other five
Put the gun aside, my nigga, you ain't the one to shoot
Big guns, nigga, you got locked for a 22
Pussy gotta keep a gun on his
grieving
Your meal is made and it's time to chill
You buy the black Mercedes Benz with the gold to the grill
Cruisin' up the ave while your friends get
Plane flew in at 5
Hit the club at 9
The dance floor has no room
You and I lock eyes
Dancing side by side
I know that we can feel the mood
That body
got a gift for you
It’s a little .22
And I hope it travels through
Through your fucking brain
So that you could too
Go insane
So finally you would be
how to feel
I wanted what they had back in the fourth grade
Family vacas, you know I did it all
Just to see my little sis by a waterfall
My great
tomb
Let's presume I know a little to nothing about you
But assume that I'm tearing it up so why not
Consume by the fire them fumes
Leave you choking
Five years gone
No one knows
All remember
I have longed
Long ago
We felt your embers
Haven't changed your mind
After all this time
Begging for just
Ctrl+C, Ctrl+V, Ctrl+Alt+Delete ya
Jerome gets suspended before Brandon by the teacher
And the leeches in the bleachers trynna teach me how to ball
Wouldn't
here all the way
Nine to five, baby
You just sweat, baby
That's the way I like to do it
Run you all over with some hot oil
And just watch your body
here all the way
Nine to five, baby
You just sweat, baby
That's the way I like to do it
Run you all over with some hot oil
And just watch your body
here all the way
Nine to five, baby
You just sweat, baby
That's the way I like to do it
Run you all over with some hot oil
And just watch your body
a rider
I got a shooter and I got a driver
They want that heat, I'm the only provider
Little bad foreign bitch, word to Fivio
Niggas know the vibe, that's
old became an asshole
Testosterone tearing through m, my anxiety
Little fat kid looked at weird by everybody
I just wanna glow up and get my dick
your brother gangsta Dresta
Open up the door so I can flow and let 'em know
That me and BG Knocc is good to go to make the dough
That's my little
smart, I'm impressed by your remarks
Just remember, don't ever let them tell you who you are
But Ashli got something on her mind
She's Little Miss Boy
don’t need a man
But you all on me
You been looking mighty fine
Plus a little lonely
You should really come
Take your time on me
Hook:
I’d
Shawty got drip
Like Gladys ‘n the Pips. (Oh)
This XD in my dip,
I ain’t fighting with shit. (Oh, oh)
Ride around 5%,
I can’t ride in a fish. (Oooh)
The recruitment girl she ask me what I'm thinking of,
I said I don't know but it's got to be part time,
For get start at nine and finish at half five
Here's
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