Lyrics:
you?
Nah, cause you don't know me
Y'all thought I was nobody
But y'all don't know
That I never take it slow
Yeah I'm always gonna grow
And I never do it
and sowed off day
Reminiscing the Cleo, she go to living life flawless
Who the boss, you know this
Who the GOD, who fawlging
Hit me I'm giving niggas one
girl)
F-R-E-A-K (freaky girl)
Uh, okay, one thing about me, I'm the baddest alive
He know the prettiest bitch didn't come until I arrive
I don't let
And like Clayton I'll point at him
And give him the 8 next you a saint
Y'all don't know what a Nickel is
So of course you see your niggas die
So once I aim
I feel like she move the time don't
If you put it on me shawty do it slow
If they asking bout me gotta let them know
Chains in the summer like its
a specialty I'll turn you to a casualty
You know I keep a pack with me like Santa should have a hat with me
I'm humble but I flex a lot a rubber band cant put
sliding on bro and he dead in a week
Know I'm geeking this shit got me weak
Why you make that diss with that beat
Off of YouTube
Yea I heard that shit it
and you know we cutting out both ya eyes
Ran off with the wrong pack guess that nigga thought that he was plies oh lord
Keep the stash by the back door you
Why don't you mic the make, make the microphone miserable?
It's the G, the G, the G, the G, the Wiz
You know that our culture's gone get theirs
I
stunting yeah
Making em sick
Counting this paper
I love this shit
Aye
Yeah you know I love this shit
If it don’t add up then I got to switch
I ain’t even got
Sweatin' me but I'm not your type (no)
You think you irkin' me and you're so right
I'd rather keep the trash and throw you out
Stupid bitch in my beach
Sweatin' me but I'm not your type (no)
You think you irkin' me and you're so right
I'd rather keep the trash and throw you out
Stupid bitch in my beach
me crazy but I don't know baby
You're thinking that it's me you're fooling
Where's the right in, all of our fighting?
Look at what you're doing
Where's
why don't you go and tell him you want to be a leper again?
EX-LEPER
Ah yeah, I could do that, sir yes, I suppose I could. What I was going
to do was
'm innovative, I demonstrated, this nigga played it
I don't care if you owe me a nick, nigga you need to pay me
I kiss ya lady, eat her pussy, then kiss the baby
Yo, yo, this Ma$e, you know what I'm sayin'?
You got niggas that don't like me for whatever reason
You got niggas that don't wanna see me rich
You
Yo, yo, this Ma$e, you know what I'm sayin'?
You got niggas that don't like me for whatever reason
You got niggas that don't wanna see me rich
You
they need to hit Lowe's
I'm still tryna keep them lil boys on they toes
Say you want this shit
Well, you gon' do it or not?
You gon' do it or not?
You
like a boomerang
That's Ode
You can tell you niggas never been nowhere
You don't know how to act
El Kapitalé
I know ya love me for the smooth rap style
it's beef, then the members come get him
I don't know where your phone at, bitch
Can't you see I'm countin' presidentials?
I went Beverly Hills
angle
Shooting from my lane, who got a better aim fool?
I can't let the plan die
I know what I stand by
The flow is so first class
The hustle you
the major of the paper chase
Slidin' by, keep a luger in the chamber ready for danger when it's time to die
Nigga, don't you hate on me, why don't you go
and his'es
'Cause my flow tighter than them virgin bitches
You know them "As-salamu alaykum," them Persian bitches?
And if you miss me, I'm swervin' sixes
keep me cool like I don't need a fan
Wrist rock I can make your bitch choke no hands
Two different Glocks why that nigga posted with so many shots
Got me
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