Lyrics:
Alright
It's gonna be alright
Hold on
Hold on
Hold on
Hold on
Holding on to the mic ha ke batle ho lahla site
Praying to the Lord let it be another
Nigga why you actin' like a ho?
Know that I'ma ride for ya, either way it go
Tell me girl why you be stressin me for time
When you tell me you
a quicker ho that a live on the next street
Over player then do this shit again next week
Getting this paper, phat chicks up in the next Jeep
Probably
Funkentelechy (this is mood decontrol, urge you to Funk On)
Funkentelechy (yo ho, how's your funk-en-tel-echy?)
Funkentelechy (ideas brought to you by
Pistol by the dresser, 'cause I'm sleepin' by my pistol, ho (brrt)
I don't tongue wrestle, when you speakin' on my bitches, ho (gang, gang, gang)
I can't
Angel, they go for a walk and have a smoke
And she says I, yes, I love you, do anything for your love
She says, I, I, I, can't get by, by, by, without you
disinfectant
The shit I spit keep my lip infected
I practice safe sex so my dick's protected
And hold the gat wild, puffin' fat L's
Bonin' a chick listening
counts
I'm tryin' to make a million dollars outta quarter ounce
And gettin' lost on the five-o, fuck them hos
Got a forty-five screamin' 'bout survival
the competition by landslide
Neighborhood supa star in my swag high
Take a nigga bitch, put him on stand by
And if he ever ask me hold my head high
I'ma take
is foolish, that was my views
I'm back at it, the rap addict, by any means
We gon' get these stacks accurate, no skinny jeans
Say he ain't a star,
Amanda Blue
Amanda Blue, my Amanda Blue
How many is that?
I ain't countin'
There's more, there's more
There's Sophie
Ho-ho-hold it, ho-ho-hold it
we live in heat, so drop that shit and drop the beat
Lets party in my streets and leave the hotel room with dirty sheets
I'm no holds barred, baby,
at the casino
Don't call me by my government Lil bitch I'm Gambino
Call of Duty sticks mo clips than Tarantino
Mo bowls den a kitchen mo' tools den Home Depot
You
Whoa Kenny
Presidential Maybach, with the legroom
Gettin' head in the room, that's the head room
Finna make a play by Harold's (Yeah)
Money
Why did it take so long
For me to know that you're mine
Yet you've been standing by my heart's door
For as long as I can remember
Why did it take so
a whole hundred in your whole tummy
Hehe, man Weezy's a legend
You can tell by the bottom of my sleeve
When you see what's in a bezel
And he be on a level
Big swaray I be shipping them bows off
Step in the pent she takin her Clothes off
Hold fast Shawdy got take this Phone call
Clientele called asked
Wait, hold up, chill, what's that, son?
Damn nigga got fucked, shit, huh
By his back, watch nigga run
Seven the center of your eight point Sun
sumn to talk about
Light jog by now as these niggas walkin' out
Thank Unk that I'm runnin'
Gave me a jump, I'm out
That Rocket Power
And I pocket another
fills
20 inch wide, 20 inche high
Ho, don't you like my 20 inch ride?
20 inch thighs make 20inch eyes
Hoping for American 20 inch pies
Pretty ass
probably couldn't get a ho any day
'Round my way can't get murder planned
Ain't no hoop, play dirty, man
Put some through your jersey, man
If your
[Intro:]
Come On... YUUP... Aye
You see the way I shine
Let Me [x4] Let Me HoLd that beat (HaHa) Let Me HoLd That Beat
Let Me [x6] Let Me HoLd that
hands on some dollars and cents
And fools can't hold us
Every chance we get, we hittin' up the rollers
Comin' up short of the green guys
And I might
there look darker
Dark tint on my soo-woo red charger
The niggas round me drink lean not water
I could never hold a job down like my father
But I could
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