Lyrics:
straight trick or treating
What ya eatin
I ain't got no words for you
Fuck speakin, ain't part of my crew
Face look too brand new, who?
Niggas ain't
straight trick or treating
What ya eatin
I ain't got no words for you
Fuck speakin, ain't part of my crew
Face look too brand new, who?
Niggas ain't
, believe, believe)
Do you believe? Do you believe?
Who do you believe in?
Gods!
I told you I'm forever dent'n
Highly exalted then christen (your
twisted in the wind and when ou bitches is messy
You bitches is messy I kid you not
You niggas is messy dime a dozen on the block
You and your cousin
so far
I guess that's why I didn't notice that police car
We're doing ninety in my Mom's new Porsche
And to make this long story short (short)
When
brand new on your finger
Brand new ways in why I say this
So much joy you're here to bring
Baby baby baby I'll do right by you
Baby I'll do right by you
what I mean
An ANTI NIGGA machine
I ain't got no radio edits!
Baby we don't come clean
Yet I
Stay on my JERU
A dirty rotten scoundrel
On the Southside
In
Leaders
Of the School
I bust a door open
Stomped a hole in the ground
And left the floor smoking
Then I said
Hold it down
Rolling loud
I'm rolling by
Ain't
Copped the new toy that can't fit under the Christmas tree
If you ain't up to nothing babe run a couple blocks with me
Grown but I feel like a big kid
up the phone, baby, ooh (like, brrt)
I know you're home, baby, ooh (it's lit)
I'm in the zone, baby (zoned out, straight up)
I just poured up
up the phone, baby, ooh (like, brrt)
I know you're home, baby, ooh (it's lit)
I'm in the zone, baby (zoned out, straight up)
I just poured up
I know mama credit quite good
So I'm out here with this dope money got a big body in my hood
Nigga you see it, better believe it, this what I'm bout
That's riiiii
If you believe in something greater than yourself
Then stand-up
How could I know if secret enemies plottin my death
Baby moma had
Fuck that shit, I'll bust one, baby
Got a few guns, baby, not one gun, baby
Need two cups, baby, not one cup, baby
You done blew up, baby, I done
this ain't the squash beef state
You thinkin' make up, we thinkin' Lark Voorhies face
The twin Eagle'll air his coupe, might as well ride by in
how to act in a drought
See baby girl I realized, my definition of a real nigga was skewed
My views misshaped by new mixtapes
That confirmed the shit
believe what I'm seein'
"Daddy, its me, help mommy, her wrists are bleedin'"
"But baby we're in Sweden
How did you get to Sweden?"
"I followed you daddy
and he chewed off my eyebrows
And I took out his appendix and he gave me a colonic irrigation
Yes indeed, you better believe it
And somehow in
Waving just to say Hi
Did you stop? No -- I just drove by
Kept on pursuing to the next stop
I busted a left and I'm heading to the next block
That block
Yeah
Hah
Yo
Ugh
Yeah
(Verse 1)
He went from a street kid doin regular street things
Straight to a street king
Takin over the city, block by block
talk about
How was it working with her?
It was an honor
[Verse 1]
Remember way back in the day (hey hey)
When the kids from around the way
Used to come
the block
Now i play on boats
In the south of France
Baby, St. Tropez
Get a tan? I'm already black
Rich? I'm already that
Gangsta, get a gat
Hit a head
And I'm just thinking 'bout how I use to be
The streets so mean I'm worried 'bout my baby
Mama's baby
What do you do when rest in peace his older brother
want
Cuz i know she aint new to dat
They tryin to block my shtyle
Tryin to block my shtyle
They tryin to block my shtyle
Tryin to block my shtyle
But you
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