Lyrics:
Ooh that's clutch
Easy
XXXII a sign
The s**t is overrated
N****s always hatin'
N****s think they see me, they don't know what I be really hittin'
Dawg man it's Krazy
Seen some real n****s fold on me
I done heard n****s told on me
Seen n****s turn they back blindfold on me
Seen n****s do me
Yea I'm trying to run me up a ticket
Remember I couldn't afford a penny
Now I got in my bag, now n****s envy
Cause rocking this Gucci, Louis, Fendi
I’m sittin back in the trap
Writin’ cause I’d rather rap
You’d rather wait on me
N****s broke
Cause N****s rather nap
She gobblin on my meat
Yup she
catch a case
Murk a n***a
Dont fck wit n****s murk a n***a yea
Murk a n***a
Dont fck wit n****s murk a n***a yea
Murk a n***a
Dont fck wit n****s murk
Call it out
I'm here wit my n****s
To run up them digits
We making them bands
Ballin' out
Just look at the bitches
They asking for pictures
We
I ain't rich but I got different ways to be making money
N****s hating coz I got all my n****s we living comfy
Where I'm from you either get your
Calm
Calm
Calm
Calm
Calm
All my n****s
Round the way
You just gotta stay
Calm
Calm
Calm
Calm
Calm
N****s moving real hot
You just gotta stay
Calm
Naw i ain't come here to play
And i ain't wit that talkin i ain't got s**t to say
Money over hate so imma get this pay
R.I.P my n****s that lay
make a play)
Stop an hide a bow in da middle of a stack of hay (Of a stack of hay)
Y'all n****s sharing clothes I see the reason n****s hate
Y'all n****s
Door Nick Vermeulen
Zeg 'ns meisje waar ga jij vanavond heen
Zeg 'ns meisje ben je soms alleen
Zeg 'ns meisje ik heb 'n idee
Zeg 'ns meisje ik weet
still standing on my own Nah, leave me alone
Fake bitches, fake n****s call my phone Nah, leave me alone
I'm still standing on my own Nah, leave me alone
cm in the mood what am going to do yeah
It's love my N***s
cm in the mood what am going to do yeah
It's love my N***s
Oooouuuu yeah
It's love my
we don't trap the fools
247, At the Block playin poles
Me and my n****s, you can't get a clue
Always I be chasing my blessings
And that's what I do,
robbing after n****s change
Stop stealing that change
You don't need it
It's a reason
This is not the season
N****s are pulling out straps
N****s are
Но пока ты не спишь, мама
Я играю в футбол, мама
Я забью свой гол, мама (ns, ns)
Но пока ты не спишь, мама
Я играю в футбол, мама
Я забью свой гол,
I was tired, I remember starving back at Reset
After I graduated, a n***a had to reset
Promise I go get it and all of my n****s be next
Two perks, hit
I was kind of tripping right
But now, you right
I am crazy
But you know what else
I don’t give a fuck ‘bout these n****s!
I’m too busy counting
N****s can't take my route I get it
Feelin' like Herbo s**t no limit
I got a vetement hoodie my linen
I got a church girl out here sinnin'
I got
I'm tired of all these b**** a** n****s asking me when I'm gonna drop
I got you n****s now
Say Mel and T gonna get this s*** pressed up (uh huh)
me bout no n****s hating
What's the point if I hear
Mr. not giving a f*** with a joint in his ear
Put that steak on his plate then so long disappear
back now.
This is what makes me.
This is what I am.
[Chorus]
You can hate me now (QB)
But I won't stop now (Real N****s)
'Cause I can't
thought I'd be living life in the flashing cameras
Got b****es on my nuts like pubics (ooh)
N****s could never figure me out like Rubik's (cubes)
I be
Swag swag we be rolling with swat
Swag swag we be rolling with swat
All of my n****s got swag
All of my n****s got swag
All of my n****s got swag
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