Lyrics:
always prepared
Got sons you don't know about, ones you don't know about
Buns by the tons, mad guns and we going out
What!!
[swizz beatz]
It ain't over,
You like I'm hot?
She gon' recognize a pimp
Gon' get up!
Do or Die and Twi-ista
All about the fetti man
One nigga
Anyway you see me puffin' on herb
Got
saved by John the Pope
The M, A, see and K, from Oakland, California
I'm Too $hort baby, no I don't play, I'm macking
Freak nasty, I like your dance
along (hey, check it)
Look baby I can see it in your plan, you want me to be your man baby
(??) fan baby, fine I understand baby
I'm hittin everything I
[Featuring see Murder Silkk The Shocker]
Water bubbling
Voice in background repeating "make crack like this"
Masta P
Imagine
Niggas be shovin' and pushin' as someone is gooshin' surpise
She's givin' up the buns on her cushion
Sweatin' and screamin' suckin' me off the rest
I don't mind being alone
Doing this shit my Vlone
Let's see you taking the throne
Movin' solo, I'll be on my own
Movin' loco, but don't speak to me,
up, I'm as hot as it gets
I make hits while y'all niggas best shit be the skits
Can't be serious, tryin to see Ja with blindfolds
I take em off, I'm
homie
My style like Mandela meets Monster Kody
Cop backwoods by the box bro, OG only
Drop 460 for a zip, need 2 to be cozy
I hate to stunt but look me up
The way they see it, we was meant to be kept down
Just can't understand why we getting respect now
Mama told me they're be days like this
But I'm
believe
So I grabbed the stupid bitch by her nappy-ass weave
She started talkin' shit, wouldn't you know?
Reached back like a pimp and slapped the ho
(yeah)
And I'ma glorify the fuckin' trenches (fuckin' glorify)
They made me real boss, Big 49, niggas hate to see it (yeah)
I took so many L's, feel
chillin', loungin' at the crib, check it out now)
The, the mic is open, yo
For the Stretch Armstrong show, hosted by Bobbito
How should I start this?
that be my favorite gun
I like 556 and 40s but this 9 gon' get shit done
Ion trust no bitch I just call her ass to beat ha buns
These hoes get you gone
you's a window shopper
Mad as fuck when you see me ride by
Summertime, white Porsche Carrera is milky
I'm on the grind, let my paper stack but I'm
you's a window shopper
Mad as fuck when you see me ride by
Summertime, white Porsche Carrera is milky
I'm on the grind, let my paper stack but I'm
line in the mirror
Things that you see may not be as appears (Woah)
The gear that you rock, don't mean nothing bout the skill (Huh)
Real
Make sure
from YouTube)
Bitch, I keep the heat by the hip
Bro said he could see by the limp
I be fuckin' on hoes after hoes, they might think I'm a pimp
I
All the champs and the heroes
They got a price to pay
They go from sixty to zero
In the split of a hair
They see the face in the window
They feel
outta funds
Bodies of Native children found, killed by priests and nuns
I refuse to be that man livin' cheque to cheque
30 years at the job? What you
ones you don't know about
Buns by the tons, mad guns and we going out
What!!
[Swizz beatz]
It ain't over, it ain't over, ain't over
[Sonja
to school
Be calm and cool don't be no fool
I'm talkin to northern, northwestern, and central too
K.C. and Choice we gonna rock for you
I'm sayin peace to my
Tonight
Imma drop it off and be gone by the next flight
Wet
Tight
Pussy was a 10 but I can't wife
Pimp life
Gangsta onna bitch never fucked with the
Simp
been broke
If music dont pop off back to sellin dope
c Son of a pimp you get wet with no soap
Get hit wit that flame like Snoop dog butnin Os
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