Lyrics:
Ya'll be going Seppuku
Look how much i fuckin' grew
I can finally fit these shoes
This shit gonna raise the roof
Killing fucking foes too
Wait, I'm
count to three
We done came a long way from the Cliff
Livin' with my granny
Rockin' hand me down fits
But that shit never fit
Yeah that shit never fit
shit ,Different color fits on Chrome Hearts , bitch Chrome Hearts shit, Chrome Hearts shit ,
Chrome Hearts tags, make a fuck nigga mad
Mad at me, cuz I'm
dick, that shit barely fit
Like O.J. glove, you must acquit
All these other hoes, I must had quit
When you ask me, "What other bitch you fuckin' wit'?"
money
Yea, big ass ring with the big ass links
My Becky in Atlanta ass like a Georgia peach
How that shit fit on a toilet seat
And my new bitch walk
the bush of that cush
You gotta pull hard then push
I blow dro but to each his own
And I keep shit fit like Cheech and Chong
We can be outta town we can be
Yeah yeah woah lets get it
I'm having racks on racks these niggas still playing with bands
My bankroll is fat too fat this shit won't even fit in my
If it don't fit must acquit that shit
If it don't fit must acquit that shit
If it don't fit must acquit that shit
If it don't fit must acquit that
They complimenting my fit, I put that shit on
On my dick tryna benefit, I tell em get gone
Too many principles, codes, rules I was built on
I be
We getting are money
We counting it up
We getting so rich
You talking that shit
You talking that shit
Just look at my fit
Talking that shit
You talking
So many fuckin' bands, woulda thought this shit was counterfeit ('fit)
Pull up, some new Balenci', NUMBER (N)INE this shit my counter fit (my counter
shit is annoying
My fit black and white but this shit is in color, fuck that Shawty she just get another
I'm selling the pack and I sell by the double
I
know what they told me
They told me just spit, we don't give a shit, you betta not quit
Man, you ackin' like a bitch, shit you pitchin' a fit
Well,
She hurt, she sick, she throwing fits
Shit, shawty you clingy (Whoa)
It ain't workout for the dead weight
iPhone airplane
My spirit tried to tell me
Oh my my
Can't let nobody waste my time
I swear they no fit to kill shit like I
Oh baby run me the spliff make I high
Chilling with my g's oh my my
this trunk then he gon flee
Look at my fit bitch shits on fleek
Got a bag of that dope and that shits gon' reek
Boy you better pay up I ain't got all
Cryin and shit havin a fit now
Knock off ya top ya cap won't fit now
I make the call
The gang gone spin now
Nothin but net
I shoot at the rim now
Ion
left me here to die
Going to call the cops, have them lock you up, make you serve your time
Had enough of all your shit, let the punishment fit
niggas!
As high as Wu-Tang get
Allah allow us pop this shit
Just like black shoe fit
If you can't wear it, well don't fuck with it!
Yo, too many
Leave it in the past I gotta leave that shit behind me
Never can fit in but that's just how god designed me
Don't wanna get asked cause I don't want
a smith before I make a hit
Got birds coming in we straight out the pent
Yall niggas ain't rocking with me real shit
Might go cop a fit and might flood out
savior
But then you say "Please"
"Please"
Dress me in leather
That's a little better
But that's still not it
None of this shit fits
But I keep
you say, "Please"
Then you say, "Please"
Dress me in leather
Oh, that's a little better
But that's still not it
None of this shit fits
But I
to the thriller in Manila
Honeys call me Bigga the condom filler
Whether it's stiff tongue or stiff dick
Biggie squeeze it to make shit fit, now check this shit
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