Lyrics:
your foot on first
Been about ten years since I been high off the 'angel'
Now I'm walkin' side by side with an angel
In front of my eyes, that prize
at Hillsong
Aye, aye, aye, bra
I got this crazy idea for a music video
Just call all the boys
Tell 'em, tell 'em
Wear all black
Tell some of 'em bring a Bally
umbrella
The boy's back turnin' his slacks to all yella (Prick)
It's a daily lick, I slit throats with a grin that reek of pure shit
Travel by backflip,
and drink pop (gulp gulp)
Shaved my armpits and wore a tank top
Bad Boy, I told you that I can't stop
You gotta make 'em fear you 'fore you make 'em feel
this bitch on the side
Said that she'd keep me afloat
Say it ain't so
Boy you ain't liking my verse
Tell em to leave me a note
She tell me JP I'm diggin'
scare you, I can tell 'cause your shivering
Lyrics label wit an X and not a G
I say fuck the police, yo, so now they after me
I'm wanted by the law so
We here to slump lames
I only rock with real guys and big willies
You niggas chump change so let the pump aim
Go ahead and block your chest
By trying
Ain't no love in Oakland, bitch
Niggas always talkin bout 'I love you'
But ain't no love, bitch
Now it's a shame, I can't be saved by John
you at, nigga
Yeah, yeah, check it, check it
95-South, homie, tell ‘em I’m en route
And I ain’t fronting nothing, neither
That ain’t what I’m ‘bout
No
be quiet and go to sleep hoe, go to sleep
Man, I tell a hoe to go to sleep (Go to sleep)
They turn around and frown, gotta make 'em six feet deep
be quiet and go to sleep hoe, go to sleep
Man, I tell a hoe to go to sleep (Go to sleep)
They turn around and frown, gotta make 'em six feet deep
aside, boy, I got plenty time
I've been ready for whatever, anytime
From a city where niggas on killin' time
In your pockets for nickels or penny, dimes
what you sell
I barely pay for my drinks, doin' well
I tell 'em there is no need for the glitz
I don't need sparklers, they know that I'm lit
I
opps that we gon' die about this shit
I come from a place where niggas die about a diss
You ain't in the hood so we can't slide by your strip
Cookin'
came to ball
Backwoods all by myself, ain't gotta' hang wit y'all
Let the Lord send 'em
Dom sippers
Never going back and forth with 'em
I
I can tell you threatened when you look me in the eyes
I can tell you threatened by the way you walk by
I can tell you threatened you ain't even
Nobody call up my phone
Telling me I ain't in my zone
Tell em go fuck themselves
Did it all on my own
Didn't really need no help
I Did it all on my
Way back when it was shirts versus skins I had my mindset set on a Benz
Took a lot of losses on my way to get N’s I ain’t trip on ‘em took ‘em
the day we die
Tell me baby, what's your frequency?
You see I'm makin' proposals that's full of
Verbal indecency when you meetin' me
Flash light I'm buzzed
Strip to Detroit
Say hip-hop only destroy
Tell em' look at me, boy!
I hope your son don't have a gun and never be a D-boy
Alright, already the show
anticipation
Before I know you hate it
Why I got you waiting, I too am waiting
Gotta see a couple faces when I make them face it
Truth that is that your boy
Chorus:
Here's a lil'story bout some niccas like we
Never should have been let out the elemantary
Dolla Boy and I would like to say
That I
no lies
Hatin' hoes, I tell em bye
I'ma make em fuss just by postin' me and sayin
That I'm the baddest bitch
And I mean that, I ain't playin
If you
backwards
Fuck your boots loose with a deuce shoots smasher
I'm solid
I'm just a mollusk
Please tell the pilot I switch the climate
I'm way too cold,
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