Lyrics:
St. Nick
Moving bricks like it's Black Friday
She gotta fuck me or call me a fat crybaby
Looking over my shoulder, I can't trust a soul
Bought
like it's Black Friday
She gotta fuck me or call me a fat crybaby
Looking over my shoulder, I can't trust a soul
Bought a spot in Anguilla just for me
Drop your top, and roll with me
It's the Big Moe, and that E.S.G.
Boys bleeding blocks, in these H-Town streets
Man it's going down, making ghetto
Baby
Drop your top, and roll with me
It's the Big Moe, and that E.S.G.
Boys bleeding blocks, in these H-Town streets
Man it's going down, making
Baby
Drop your top, and roll with me
It's the Big Moe, and that E.S.G.
Boys bleeding blocks, in these H-Town streets
Man it's going down, making
Slash and dash it's back to the gaff
Just crack that pack n smoke and laugh
Run upon me well you must be mad
He's out of steam with a shhh in his back
Too
the crib, have me feeling like Ricky
Martin no Morty she porky like piggy
Came out of her clothes, she remind me of Pinky
Throwback lil hoe she admired my
How I got new opps? (Like what)
Just new niggas suckin my cock
Back the 40 and watch his head drop
If a nigga move wock then I bet it get
We gon spin
Lock me in the cell
Let me strap on my Converses
Before I drop a dime, tell them people a lie
Swear to God, man
I was nineteen I caught my first case
fucked your wife and
We put them bitches to sleep
Ain't gon' say your government
I'ma call him by Ricky G now Ricky G
He had a cousin named Yella
With
em like mace
I need taste, I wana be great, so my pockets got fat Ricky Lake (That's fat)
I went from d boy to a sixteen
It's in me not on me
And Paul McCartney couldn't do shit 'bout that
'Cause it was murder, nigga
Listen, this ain't about you and me
It's about Trayvon Martin and Huey P.
of y'all
I'm back and I'm better you doing it big but I'm doin it better
You Fuckin that bitch but with me she get wetter
I lost by myself how we gone win
live niggas
Hit the strip, move them pies niggas
Drop a stack to get fly niggas
Roll the leaf and get high niggas
Hustle just to get by niggas
Yeah, you
like it just got rained on
Tell me this when you stop do your rims stop or they keep goin'
Your Nissan, your Neon, your old man Caprice own
You finna
And I know my memory ain't right
But I know what you like, woah
I can feel it from your vibe
So let me give it to you in the worse way
Baby, I got charm
the top dropped
i see ya flossin like a boss babe
oo suga make me wanna break you off babe
[verse]
shawty wat it is whats on ya mind?
ya miss me fresh out
the top dropped
i see ya flossin like a boss babe
oo suga make me wanna break you off babe
[verse]
shawty wat it is whats on ya mind?
ya miss me fresh out
Uh, tell me what your crib worth
I hear you talkin' war, but have you lived first?
I'm just here to keep it real, not make you feel worse
May be
Drop your top, and roll with me
It's the Big Moe, and that E.S.G.
Boys bleeding blocks, in these H-Town streets
Man it's going down, making ghetto
Drop your top, and roll with me
It's the Big Moe, and that E.S.G.
Boys bleeding blocks, in these H-Town streets
Man it's going down, making ghetto
the fuck Bane (Bitch)
Don't try to hang 'round me, don't try to come with us, lil' bitch I know you a lame (Nah)
I get my money, lil' bitch I just run it up,
bag?
In your car, and we popped the steering wheel
And left it up by six flags (hit man)
My whole family full of ?hetland? hustlas
Now tell your
do it by myself, grrah, grrah, grrah
My tour route'll leave a lazy nigga dizzy
Got more tracks than when a hair salon is busy
Flow for days like
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