Lyrics:
thing, bitch, I'm on
Bitch, I'm kickin' through the door
Yeah, 8-18, H O P
Bet on me, Prodigy
When I hit the track, bitch, I'm gone
I'm gone, I'm
Cause I'm no joke when it comes to a rap tune
Stuff brothers kick I would have flushed in the bathroom
I get looser as a dope track producer
Girls got
up
Put down yea right there they got left
I stay with the gun, you run up on me,
Then I'm blowin' mine like a genius
I'm fly with that heat like
But this train has done jump the track
I'm gone
Girl I'm gone
Yes I'm gone like the snow in spring
Gone like a one-night fling
I'm gone like a broken
done pissed off my crew
What y'all gone do
Look nigga you better put a zip on yo trap
Or you will get trapped
When I creep through tha black in
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St. Teresa
Sit down on the corner, just a little climb
When I make my
the hook
No I'll never go down you gone see me in books
I'm the greatest that you have not seen yet before
I attack on you niggas I 'll leave you wit this
engine
Purrin' through your neighborhood
Let my money do the talking
I ain't gotta say I'm good
Homies that'll gun you down
I ain't gotta say I would
the place got dark?
When this world fall down?
I’m right behind your door
This room is too small for us both
I want to rip you out of my skin, my flesh, my
the front door
We better go through the back
See, that was back then, now look where we at
Straight to VIP, my niggaz, man we deep
You gonna go by 2 or 3
in big bones call out 4 door,
Might flex on my ex pulling up in 3 double O,
I creep slow when I’m sippin on the Moe,
Attitude on go when I’m dealing
now? So he's standing there, an hour and a half goes by! I'm... no, it wasn't quite an hour now, I
lie, I kid you not though, it was about one hour
, somebody's lickin' shots off
Security's gone, I'm trapped in the club
And I'm tryna run and get my motherfuckin' gun
(Nigga, what about your wife?) Nigga,
, somebody's lickin' shots off
Security's gone, I'm trapped in the club
And I'm tryna run and get my motherfuckin' gun
(Nigga, what about your wife?) Nigga,
let's mingle my bitch wit da three some
I break on a bitch like I'm Sweet
Now she geeking
I gave her some sause if she leave I'm a hit
Death by
the floors for no reason
I be spazzing on tracks like I do it every season
Feel like Trae Young when I walk in the door bitch I'm a demon
I'm a devil I'm
I'm hard to handle like bikes with no bars
We excite stores that got dykes leaving doors
Unlock the heated 'cause they know when I sex well
Left
played drums
And I hummed the sax
And the wind whistled down
The railroad tracks
Hey three for a quarter
One for a dime
I'll bet it's tomorrow
By Rocky
she getting the front rent outta me
Open the door, Richard
Then she come asking me when is I'm going to work
And I ain't thinking 'bout no work, I
geez
Unless there's Gs involved
There's fees involved
E mail my team it'll get resolved
By the way I wrote this I don't
Do no karaoke when I rap
I'm
cutthroat like that, nigga, I got it out the mud
That's on gang
(Keise On Da Track)
MO-motherfuckin'-3
Down by the river (that river)
That's where I
cool, I'm with it
Let the rhythm take you, shake it cause it makes you
As I turn the knob of the door you escape through
Go in like a knot, don't be
cool, I'm with it
Let the rhythm take you, shake it cause it makes you
As I turn the knob of the door you escape through
Go in like a knot, don't be
grill on, I'm feelin' my arm
Thought my Rollie was gone
Now I wanna swing but I'm calm
Still got that
DJ musta threw on another hot track
Think it was
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