Lyrics:
boy got swept off his feet
That nigga’s nose bleedin’, now that nigga’s boys tweakin
Now that nigga’s mom weepin’, don’t give a fuck, im sleepin’
It’s
whole city crazy
Really, my whole city raised me, streets will raise these boys to men
I grew up around Jack boys, that shit was just my choice of friends
clown, don't talk to me
Like that, looking stupid of course.
Living day by day and you ain't hard.
Trick, hell you say?
It's such a blessing when my
and rat
To my boys, like I can't hear
The shit that you spat
I attack, on the beat
And they actually leave
Yeah the silence from y'all
Is just deafening G
And I'm so A-L-O-N-E (oh, no)
Even when there's people around me (yeah)
Boys and girls by my side every night
So I got no reason to cry (don't cry)
got some shit that make your face drop
When lil' hot 'nem, they get started, they just can't stop
A lil' white boy from the 'burbs
got the nerve
got a pocket full of be's, cocoa weed and ain't got no place to go tho'
But all my Boca Boys they know though, that's fo' sho' doe
(Are those Bugle
The Raindrops
(Male singing "Diddle-diddle-diddle-it" followed by female singing of the same; this
occurs frequently throughout the song)
I
down my family (yeah)
Can't forget about my team (no)
Yeah, real ones by my side
It's a cold world that's hard to find (uh)
Gotta have ones who
the Crooked I, well, listen to Ortiz voice
That dirt road hit the 8 Mile, the Point-Oh Boys
And if Marshall want me to clap, then, homie, I deploy
Game over
'Bout It?
(I'm 'Bout It nigga I heard it was hoes at The Player's Club.)
Oh yeah like that big booty girl that you know
Yo' boy was tryin' to holler
there must be kind folks by the bushel
But I just believe that in this one old man Lord put something special
Why I've seen times when folks was sick
young boys can’t care for your baby
Now makin' love and havin' sex
Is not all in one
And makin' love is true and feelin'
And sex that is none
I know
all, that’s just
How I fuckin’ feel, boy
Get in the way
You gon' take your trip to Gilmores
I’m dreamin’ of… my dream of freedom
Financial freedom
boy
I feel like I can’t trust nobody
Beat on my heart and you left it all bloody
Now
I thought that you loved me, I was wrong
You took all my money
Or probably with Roney
I go by Trill Rill cause he
Be up in the morning
See, that's that penitentiary shit and he
Been out for a minute but I'm up!
Birdman keep
forget
That boy told you
Get, that, dirt off your shoulder
I probably owe it to y'all
Proud to be locked by the force
Tryin’ to hustle some things that
Go
yours!
Two seven figure Dade County boys
Not even John Lennon could imagine that
Our new paper can buy the newspapers
Millions now, billions later!
Jam
It?
(I'm 'Bout It nigga I heard it was hoes at The Player's Club.)
Oh yeah like that big booty girl that you know
yo' boy was tryin' to holler at her uh
Midnight train, roll on
Midnight train, roll on
Clear them tracks and keep that whistle blowin'
Take this stranger on to Santa Fe
It seems like
that you know
yo' boy was tryin' to holler at her uh she be out there too
(Oh yeah yeah)
let's go get our bump on You ready?
[Cube]
Now which one
and kissed me
This fool tried to twist me, mom's say she missed me (I missed you)
Re-group it, swoopin' in the coupe and
That's what I'ma name you cause boy
there must be kind folks by the bushel
But I just believe that in this one old man Lord put something special
Why I've seen times when folks was sick
o'clock (woo!)
Hungry 'bout to hit the IHOP (let's go)
After that, menage-a-trois
And he out by seven o'clock (p-YOON)
'Cause I'm a baller, thought I
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