Lyrics:
thing, tryna rob me of it
One time for the trill bitches that'll let me touch it
I'm papi though, they get it poppin' with me when I'm out in public
ah,oh ah, do a walk by and watch everybody die
Niggas into gangs things and narcotics
Freak bitches riches and hydrolics
Pull heat knock you off yo
your gung ho got'cha niggas by your side
And the topic of your every conversation's let's ride
But let's take 5 and then put that shit aside
But you
now, so you're startin to
Get a little hype, but first get a partner
And proceed full speed right to the dance arena
I really doubt it, but maybe by
Ecstasy
Had my own crib in the birds
Fuck is you telling me
When you get money, then you fall off
Remember that shit that ain't
bitch
I'm just standing
another quest
I'll let you know if there's any other angles
(God, yeah, alright)
When I was younger, swear the devil tried to get me good
I was an outcast,
for the day he got smoked
Choke, off this anecdote got you ope
Get roast, by my lyrics Billy Dee .45 Colt
And I'm out for nine nickel (INS
for the day he got smoked
Choke, off this anecdote got you ope
Get roast, by my lyrics Billy Dee .45 Colt
And I'm out for nine nickel (INS
came up in this shit with me
Never spit that hustler shit, it wasn't a fit for me
Let them adjust 'til they just get the gist of me
Just not giving
that they ever showed
On Nick at night
And denace -N- spencer would be like one less
Than a few older women, when I get them two
Men to pause and by
When them bills due, niggas get ready cause no bullshit I'm buyin'
I'm a government baby, let me get my cheese, let me get my cheese
Got a Chevy trailer
home with a thug, let's get shit crackin'
Always wear plastic baby 'cause shit happens
She leaves the backseat just to freak in the magnum
Hopped out
the stove girl you know I Like the kitchen
Palmolive with the stroke we ain't Talkin bout No dishes
Let's get a round four ain't no Resting for the Wicked
I'm
out they home address (go get 'em)
Loyalty, honesty, that's all I ask for (all I ask for)
Is that too much to handle? (Let me know)
You know for
money where my mouth is, let it parlay
I swear you can get money in a lot of ways
You ain't gotta sell drugs to
Get them pockets straight
I'm
running away with the game
It's 'cause I am, don't speculate, spectate
All I got is d- for days and insults for decades
But I get by my wicked ways, lady
and pass GO and get the pot of gold
In the MEDITERRANEAN
Met this fly lady, and
She had two lovers
The rich Parker Brothers
On the run from the IRS for
get none)
Let me take you back a little further than that
The Mothership Connection and the rest of the pack
But think back, when Bootsy's Rubber Band
I could tolerate a sad thought
Specially when I'm coming like a mad dog
Really bout it bitch you better back off
Really adamant to get my raps off
you by my side
You with me? Let's get it (Let's do it)
All that street shit behind now (Behind now)
Startin' a family my full-time job now
(That's my
nigga
Pull the Lambo in that Amy Ruth's, they know me in there
Gimme that corner table in the back
Let me get that fried chicken
That cornbread come
got room in the backseat
Cross the gang and you'll get slammed
I don't know that's who I am
Poppin percies, poppin xans
Hop off the jet when I land
[Intro]
Yeahh...Yeahh
Huh..What..Yeah
Ray Cash mothafuckas, huh
This is payback man, from Cleveland to the public
They thought Cleveland was
YOD's KRS, you Prince Be (who?)
Get thrown off a stage and leave home in a rage
Go home, throw some Navy Blue on and burn sage
Every time I write,
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