Lyrics:
things get better for you
'Cause I'ma make things get better for me
And keep it Doggystyle, hottest thing out the LB
The L-L-G wit D-P-G by the sea
We
(Chase Davis on the beat, yeah)
I need the spot with the pots and the pans (pots and the pans)
I got a stick that'll make that boy dance (make
pleas now, it ain't a secret
Trying to be niggas you can't even speak with
You can't run, you can't hide
Bad Boy 'till the day we die
Tell they all
get that?
I fuck your girl, give your bitch bad
Pull up in that Benz, hold up girl
He get that
Oh, he did what? I be stunting on 'em
Even the niggas
you see me tinted
I did drive-bys
Now I take you on top of a high rise
See if you can sky dive
I'll bring it to you at your local gymnasium (uh, uh)
Yea yea I came in this bitch, get started
Gotta tell em who the hardest
Came with the clip aimed at the target
Came with the clique stay with them
Day by day (Simple as a pimple pimpin)
Do it Day by day yeah (Gotta live ya life)
I don't know about you
Day by day
Yeah
10 Toes in the game, boy you
bring it back then
I'll break your neck like you're Busta Bust
I'm on the floor with a chick that's voluptuous
Tell yo', keep the music pumpin'
We got
a Thugs Mansion
Dear mama don't cry, your baby boy's doin' good
Tell the hommies I'm in heaven and it ain't got hoods
Seen a show with Marvin Gaye last
just to zip 'em up
Am I right?
(You right)
Baby that's what's up
I don't mean to be rude
But I like the way you move
Got your boy in the mood
just to zip 'em up
Am I right?
(You right)
Baby that's what's up
I don't mean to be rude
But I like the way you move
Got your boy in the mood
Tell me what's on your mind? (Your mind)
Diamonds Sunny D and you
Know they gon' shine
Grab 'em by the neck while
I'm hittin it from behind (Woo)
Puttin'
Like what you say
We gon pull up
And we prolly rob the bank
Your niggas talking
They be smoking on that dank
I told em that ain't what it is
What you
Double down kings got the master plan
Speaks and Bu Bu on the track going ham
Look I'm about to go H.A.A.M
We goin H.A.A.M on 'em
I'm about to go
won't come if it don't pay
I heard that boy said he really bout that action, said these other niggas cappin'
Won't catch em out here lackin'
(Woah)
He
on niggas, no
Now beam me up, Scotty
You gon' find your mommy chopped up in a tub
With "Stop snitchin" written on a note by her body
I picked up your ho
fucking in the back of my concert
Offended by the lack of a roster
I can easily handle a monster
Off a redline and a handle of monster
We ain't the same boy
chapped
Cause I ain’t got chapstick to
Put it on my huh
Tell your fucking girl suck up on my knob
Cause I’m a A$AP nigga ridin' with
The mob in the suave
it's my first time, g I'm coming fast
Don't be fooled by the love, you don't know them guys
They be smiling in your face plotting your demise
Have you
on the net just know I'll say it yo face (TO YO FACE)
Told that loser from the jump that he financial aid (DTP, WHERE MY MONEY)
Grab em' by the collar if he
of the story I don't tell 'em
They don’t know the nights that I cried in my bed
Eyes bloodshot and my face turning red
Dealing with abuse from the words that
hard, so concrete
I was raised by 'em homie, that's why I think so street
Take me for instance
My life is not about you, think me for instance
I did
'm just a-
How you gon' tell me you love me and change your mind?
I'm readin' everything, wrote a book about all your lies
I'm peepin' everything, see
Let 'em sleep
Goodness me
Tell me what should this be?
Why you in my live talking shit?
I ain't saying shit to you
Keep my pride on my hip
That's
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