Lyrics:
be foldin', fuckin' with Swollen
Queens get jacked by the king of spades
Buc Fifty, Mad Child, Prev Won, poker face
Full house, royal flush,
in the 90's 'cause this 2k shit full of weirdos (weirdos)
We gon' wake yo' dog up out that cash, huh (brr)
Send a message to 'em with no mask, huh
cyo can't nobody do yo body
Like I do your body
Passionate Tongue kissing
Got you wetter than tsunami
you whispering
Can I stick it in
the right time
My vision perfect when it's in the hindsight
Opposites but we're like minds
Full throttle through the stop signs
Side stepping through
while you can one more time
[Verse 2]
Caught inside a dream wheel running not to flee
Time’s flying by, wondering what I could be
No escape in hurting
bravo lil Neek no Johnny
Oh you jazzin my shit Mike Conley
She bhad I say yo like Gotti
Street clothes she wanna be on my body yea
Know they peepin
con niggas in the game today
Yo, what if Jordan never had Scottie?
What if Sammie never ratted Gotti?
What if New York without Giuliani?
What if
Yo, listen up, it's a story 'bout a king,
Not by the riches but the warmth he brings.
Confidence shining, got his eyes on the prize,
Dreams in his
a hustler (Hustle)
Every day I rise and grind for that check
Just like the sun I had to stay down (Stay down)
Til' it was my time to come up (Come up)
I'm
give it time you'll see
I'll give you everything
We'll ball so hard
Girl, we'll forget about the score
I Saint Laurent my damsel
She got a fist full
a natural born hustler, making money for the rhyme
It's time to testify, that my lyrics touch the sky
And I'm steady looking fly, and I never been shy yessir
Keep my name out your mu'fuckin' mouth
(out yo' mouth) 3X cause I was raised in
The motherfuckin' south (in the south)
Keep my name out your
Look... in a rolls Royce but in my head the whole time
Gold rolley thinking bout a gold mind
You gotta plant your seed so they proliferate
I'm from
'Cause everybody wanna be, with that Fat Pat
Hard to see reality, done brought me to a G
Thangs done changed, I got paper in my hands see
Paid in full
in the grass be on that bullshit
niggas thats ass stay with the full clip
guns get blast n****z on that shook shit
so live by the gun or die by
full of passion
You got questions
You can ask her
Let’s see who can f*ck her faster
You can have her
I dun had her
You can catch her
By the bathroom
face'll make your wife smile
And I check in two bags and one's just a suitcase full of Lifestyles
And we both rent out playa
Difference is you a sweet
with my Gz like I’m gotti
C to the MZ with my Gz like I’m gotti
Ima take my time ima keep goin up
Keep that shxt witchu I don’t want yo luv
I need
is steel, hopin' somethin' between ya
And now she laughin' how she took yo ass to the cleaners
Man I'm on ya side, not tryna inconvenience ya
Just
pain
And pleasure, in every single measure
You miss being kissed by this lyrical treasure
Enjoy it at your leisure, cause it's gonna please ya
Master
times do the seasons turn for babaloyn
burn this is my own concern to carry on
traditional listen yo
how many brothers tears have shed
by my people for
with a scope
And that bitch holding a full clip
I need my pocket full of blue
So next time you see me I'm really rich
My shorty gone hold on that fire
Intoxicated and I'm faded by you honey, why
We finally made it, got to lovin' money, seeds and shine
They wanna hate it, try to break it but it's
my spot
You not giving top
You can hit yo feet
Been a hustler
Still a make her pay to fuck
Cause ain't shit free
I know you're falling
I hear you
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