Lyrics:
to get wired up
First I lick the leaf and I tie it up
Get the lighter and fire it up
But bitch, when you get it don't be tryin to hit it hard
So you cough
500 dry, just gotta fresh fade from the barber shop.
Gonna pick up my nigga we gonna hit the strip, got the 3-5-7 just incase we trip.
Might get a lil
tutsi, wear in wardrobe for the movie
You really not the ill nigga that you claim to be (You'se a phony)
All gassed up by ya people, before coming
Signin' autographs
Lil kids run up an hug me
I'm from where they from, I was raised by crackheads an junkies
High school flunky
Too busy out there
im not a clucker im a dodger and a ducker
come a lil closer im a show u im a punch ya
and if i cant beat u get my gun and im a buck ya
turn u over like
I'm home or my way
Caps, lil' brace used to stay back
Second grade is where the fun is at
We be gettin' stacks with y'all and stan jack
Can't hear
a clucker
But I'm not a clucker I'm a dodger and a ducker
Come a lil closer I'm a show you I'm a punch ya
And if I can't beat you get my gun and I'm a buck ya
bitch im on my job
uh yeah
i been goin hard,
do it for my dogs
uh yeah
HATERS THERES ALOT, I SAY FUCK EMALL
BY THE GRACE OF GOD
I WONT EVER STOP
y’all
Or better, when you ready to shop
(Sho ya right)
We old school, walk the dog out the yard
We play the curse, serve it hard on the 'vard
You know the number
because I need me a tour
I need a house preferably by a lake
Couple of cars and jewels did I mention
I'm just practicing the law of attraction
I'm just
at anybody
take the wrap if they on me
and my name over your tittie
signifies that you`re mine
lil cursive ass letters spellin out Gemini
in the dark love
[Intro: Huey & Bobby Valentino]
What's Up lil mama Hits Comited Patna
She don't know about me u don't know I got dat payow
She don't know about me u
Mija I know we've been through a lot of hard times you know
And you always stood by my side
And I'm sorry I never told you
If I love you or whatever
everyday
We blowin bitches back out in every way
We dumpin' on fools who be actin hard
Your whole damn family will get blown off
Cause you ain't worth shit
Give A Damn
He Was That Liquor In Ya Hand
Sayin' Kill Me Man
He That Lil' n--a Cross Town
Hatin' On Ya Hard
But He Aint Ready To Go To War
Dats Dat
im not a clucker im a dodger and a ducker
come a lil closer im a show u im a punch ya
and if i cant beat u get my gun and im a buck ya
turn u over like
hard
She 'don gave the best ass I 'don had to me
'Ooouu!
That's just for my flesh
Really lil 'shawty a mess
I can do better
I deserve best
Attesting
at the bar, eyes on the crowd
looking for them girls looking cute not wild
Hoes like my style, they be jockin hard
jumpin round the club, actin like some lil
like you
But Now you know what
Mama?s lil boy is growing up
I been in the streets running
And Now I know whats up
I got my own now by playing this
bye-bye
Til then 300G fly by, rented
So foggy windows look tinted
We just be lookin at your Roley at dem hot shows
So go 'head boy, get drunk, pop that Mo'
paper
Walk a li'l limper with the paper
Big name, don’t think I’m your savior
Tryna get bread but you ain’t give me a toast
6th grade almost dead, then
soon as we left the bar
I got the rubbin' on ya ass
While we was in the car
I pray to God that we don’t crash
Cus I’m swervin' hard
Lord
I swear is
of time
I just want to call you mine (Yeah)
I don't want to say goodbye now
I know nothing lasts forever
But this shit too hard for me to handle
It was cut
This goes hard just a lil sumthin you can rock to
You might hear it in the hood or the block too
My enemies lookin in amazement
They always wanna
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