Lyrics:
with Strangers
Sippin' Caribou Lou
Spilling the sickest shit ever I tell 'em but who woulda knew it?
I'm one of two in the crew, with a knife in my
The mob through the trenches (Nigga)
Movin' like the president 'cause rappers
Dyin' in they city (Dyin' in they city)
You might see me by myself
But
getting this fetti
We in the Chevy and ready to pop tags in
[Chorus:]
So whatever you tryna do lil niggas I already done
And since you wanna live by
hundred spokes chrome
Knock off some malt liquor by the malzatof
Don't gotta floss, huh, ain't that the truth
Flyin' in boobies, silver six hundred coup
Hot shit (hot shit)
Mmm, I'm goin' down, down, baby, your street in a Range Rover (come on)
Street sweeper baby, cocked, ready to let it go (hot
Hot ish (hot ish)
Mmm, I'm goin' down, down, baby
Your street in a Range Rover (come on)
Boom, boom, baby, ready to let it go (hot ish)
talkin' too much
They be kiddin,
I came from nothin',
I gotta go get it,
Ran up my sack
And I'm straight in' the city,
Bro nem gon' be movin' them Loads
Ain't that 'bout a hoot?
What you so mad about?
Them god damned city folks commin' 'round these here hills lookin' for
a piece of that tender young
Twisted
Motivated by Greed they didn't want us to read,
They cut our bodies in half and spit on our seed.
In the 1640's John Punch Got Life,
He couldn't
on physical
(Tests)
Rally my senses got in my zone
Death is a fluke
Get off my dick nothing can soothe me
Except for dinero if gone I get moody
Got to go fast
- brought the birds with me.
Thirsting to be best on wax.
Sickles in my blood and my city on my back.
I emerged from the mud fit sharper than a tack.
(Yo yo yo, you listening to Tobi Lou)
(Aka Lil Baby Bop, AKA Young Bopalopalous)
(Aka King of Bop, AKA Grassbopper)
(Bop Bop City Bitch, AKA Bops
used and abused by these hoes and these fake homies
I'm all alone in a city I can't call a home because ion feel it I gotta get away from the pain
upset
A saxophone when it ain't fed
When its reed ain't wet
Babushkas waiting for the bread truck in Eastern European cities
Babushkas waiting for
the city Lou Will, in the city Kyle Lowry
wit it i been getting to it .. up in killa city gotta keep a tool
Killer rules living by the streets barley any peace so we throw
Gotta get it by today
No cap I make a way
Made a hunnit mistakes
Then turnt all my losses to wins
I was down I can't go back again
Want pull up in a big
shut it down
Blunt 30 and the squad in the Highlands
Big city lights making a night bright fam
Ain't from here but damn this is my jam
Vallejo native
Boosie Badazz
Rozay, I know about that nickel rock
In the match box I saw my first nickel rock
Cash city, nigga with his first nickel spot
Rest in
Boosie Badazz
Rozay, I know about that nickel rock
In the match box I saw my first nickel rock
Cash city, nigga with his first nickel spot
Rest in
living large な おれらがおしえてやる who's in charge
超 Large!
So hot, so hard, we 超 large!
You so crazy, you so crazy
You so cra-cra-cra, you so crazy
So hot,
In the benz we gon slide off site
Catch a vibe then we fuck all night
Saint Laurent on my denim i could put you on to fashion
Lou’s bloody drippin I
Fat man lookin' in a blade of steel
Thin man lookin' at his last meal
Hollow man lookin' in a cottonfield
For dignity
Wise man lookin' in a blade
Fat man lookin' in a blade of steel, thin man lookin' at his last meal
Hollow man lookin' in a cottonfield for dignity
Wise man lookin' in a blade
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