Lyrics:
man"
"Gimme a pound thank you man"
I'm as bad bad as Leroy Brown Brown
Yo I'm a pro pro but not a noun noun
If you got beef beef then you'll get
sellin' cocaine
Talkin bout you buyin' bricks
Nigga you ain't got shit
We was sellin' all them keys
We was like the locksmith
Twenty-Five hundred for
that
AR: Now
Another question I got for you what's
Your favorite type of lady?
AR: It ain't no race
RR: It ain't no race! The tone of the skin, I
a motherfucking snitch
So in this brotherhood
Ain't no bitch come in between us
When I'm riding through your hood
In new whips is how they see us
Pistol by my
Eli's coming, Eli's coming
Girl, you'd better hide your heart
Your lovin' heart
Eli's coming and the cards say
Broken heart, oh broken heart,
shooting dice in the cum slum
Learned how to load the 9mm Canik and change the trajectory of everything
This shit ain't nothing to me, man
I fuck like
your pelvis cracking in place with all that leg room you got to yourself huh
Bitch, wake up, you ain't dreaming
This is the start of your life from
Yeah
You dig (yeah)
Uncle Jim
It's Dolph
Ayy, it's just a whole lot of money
Nigga, please, you ain't got as much guap as me (uh)
You don't
got a gift for you
It’s a little .22
And I hope it travels through
Through your fucking brain
So that you could too
Go insane
So finally you would be
Yo, can I hear this record by Rob Base and DJ E-Z Rock?
Hey, man, you sure you wanna hear this, man?
You sure about that, man?
Alright
Right
thoroughbred, played con like a pro
Man I'm tryin' to tell you, I had a money makin' ho
But the Sunset track got stale, Cookie went to jail
Had to sling a little
headrest
Gold on my damn rims
Hey triple gold paint
Sucka I ain't ridin' thin
You want me come and get me
I'm in three sixty (Ferrari man)
Cash Money's
battered and bruised
Disregard all the moments
And everything I
Wish I never met you
Pretty brown eyes are a perfect disguise
Damn devil woman
Got control
I could man up
Lil Tecca 2 Glocks you'll turn to a dancer
No fakes runnin' 'round or comin' around us
We been hot, ain't nobody found us
We on, you
smooth right there
Blood diamonds sitting real chunky in my right ear
Killas, skin your ass with no contracts
And little niggas got nowhere to hide but
Girl come give it to me
I'll give it you, i got what you want
Girl I'll give it you
Come give it to me you got what i want
Girl come give it to me
about the feeling that there's someone on the side?
Cause lately you've been acting like you got so much to hide!
Cause I know that lately you ain't
he run and hide?
You don't know 'cause things ain't clear
And baby, when you cry
Is he gonna stand by your side?
Does the man even know you
had to keep it hidden
But you hide yourself that ain't no a way of living
Now you got me livid
Plot gon' always thicken
Now your fate is rigid
Your ass
right to the money bag, Where you been?
Dog ain't worried bout no money, man, He a chin
I fuck that ho, she got an OnlyFans
We get it in
Lord forgive me
Alpo got killed 6ix9ine been real quiet (shh)
Wendy said she fucked Method Man but he denied it (ha)
You know how Wendy Williams be she might be
when i fucked you
And when I came through
With your best friend, crushed you
All white no tint, know I touched you
Tried to give my man some
He ain't
because my name is Phife, my man, I'm never slipping
I got the type of flave to have your ass straight bitching
For those who act cute, see I got them
Got a young brown stallion and
She twenty years old
When she pop it from the back
You see that hairy asshole
Got a young red stallion and
She twenty
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