Lyrics:
mouth and my pinky ring, my wrist and my neck
I'm 'bout my business so give me my cash or give me my check
See I can biblically remember me and Trae
Rihanna
In the mix is what I am not
I don't do the drama
Bitch I'm lit like a Molotov
Baby I'm on fire
I can't switch on my brothers
For no figures and for
Thought dat young nigga was sayin' some shit
You shouldn't never hit me bout a hoe when you fuckin' a regular bitch
Like nigga you seen my bitches
on this
Longer than Obama been in office
8 years ain't enough for a G like me (NAH)
Rippin' it up since TI was TIP (YEAH)
It's unlikely inside of my psychie
I got what I need, still I feel all alone
Hear the phone buzz, let it disconnect by the tone
Moving differently, every each to their own
Every 1,
kickin' my pimpin', a regular nigga, he can't even dig
I done dressed up, all my cups look like Suge Knight, you know they red
My Glock so switched, it
in common is they both pay respect to me
I get it my way from Friday to Friday
My girl is a mix of Aaliyah and Sade
I came a long way from that
this ain't no regular juice
Up in my cup, ooh
OG storm like Terry Crews, I'm never stuck
Ooh
30 sit right by my sock, I keep it tucked
Ooh that bitch say
regrets, no abortion, had a son
By the name of Seven
And he's five
By the time I do this mix, he'll probably be six
You do the arithmetic
Me do
Punch but
He moved like a sloth
I'm back at the studio now if I lost ya
And everything's straight
You can thank great posture
Hit my lil momma up cause
called the wrist fairy (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, countless nights I should've died
That shit was too scary (yeah, yeah)
Mix the X up with the Wock'
My vision too
Ay what it looking like
I go by junya pollee
Dallas texas oak cliff where my heart at though you know
Just a little something; give it to you no
the jewels
See my shit, it look like a pool
Don't mind me though, I'm just doing me
Just a regular, just the life I lead
Or the life I live, don't mix it up
this week
Four young brothers got shot in the street
The very next day while I'm off to class
My momma go to work cold bustin' her ass
My sisters
And I know she want me I sense it
Yeah, I hop out the coupe it's not rented
My wrist is shinin' like motherfuckin' Ben 10
My show ain't regular, no Benson
And I know she wants me, I sense it
Yeah, I hop out of the coupe, it's not rented
My wrist is shining like motherfucking Ben 10
My show is not regular, no
Drippin dior
Buying my momma Michael Kors (Yeah)
Marble floors
This shit is expensive go look at the score (Yeah)
We MG, 4 by 4 from the south (Yeah)
longer?"
Me liking you grew a little bit stronger
She asked me what's my name I said, "Emmezah emmezah"
"The name that your momma gave ya is what I
Think I'm slippin' when I'm out of town
They don't know the shooters all around
Told my momma I'mma make her proud
Then I went and told my bitch
the shit na
Many people, they done fold
Can’t be in my mix na
By the way she be talkin
She that bitch huh
Buku money in my pockets
I got big knots
Can you
got my weight up
I can tell by they body language that they devestated
Im going in No penetration
I got the drive, Acceleration (Vroom)
Momma told me go
two holes, game over
Clip full of bullets with my name on it
Done crying, I’m just finna end the pain Momma
Hearing voices in my head, getting hurt by
no bitch to admit that I cry a lot
Fuck being sad
Put them tears up in a frying pot
Rocking by my lonely
Since '05 posted on the block
Down for all my
a piece of loose sleeve paper
you wonder why I never mix and mingle
I'd rather roll a dutch and mix my single
and I don't know about ya'll but I'm workin
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