Lyrics:
the muddy where everything bloody they call it the streets just a kid no kudi my siblings there for me we stayed in a shelter made sure i would eat Nigga what
Run up on your lawyer for your contract then rip it
Shame on your label, for trying to let you eat at my seat
When they know I call my name at this
for my nigga bubble
Yo Homie turn cold you can’t think nothing of it
Acting like you gone be ready to roll
I got the strap by the seam of my clothes
She had stayed down, I had diamond her nose
I put the stick in her, she hit the pose
Baby this sex, it deserve camera roll
She dance on the stick just
to play with
Lil Gooney sink ships like the navy
Ever since a lil baby
Always had plans to be major
Now I moved to Little Rock from LA wit it
Gotta keep it
It's been ten years since you gone bitch I'm still hurting,
Off the casa in that Benz, bitch im really swerving,
Don't remember seeing Rolls but we
yahh
Countin' fetti, not a rapper
Treat the game like rock and roll ya
What would you do for the money baby? Yeah
Zoovie-Zoo and Thugger baby, yeah
members they calling me bro
I don't know shit but to run up some dough
I don't know nothing but roll with my bros
Got the whole squad pulling up
The highest niggaz in the industry,
40 Water, you drunk like me?
(Numskull you numb like me?)
Well lets get keyed.
I wish I had some half,
Mutha
the hunnids blue bills
Cut of the leeches I done found my reason
Wont lay up with hoes, i just hit it and leave it
Tennis chain diamonds goin shine yea they
Oh we on?
Rock out like a Beetle
Let me roll my reefer
Blow it wit my people
And you know how we go
Let that 30 heat blow
He blow, she blow
We blow,
live they shits pop
Hey, hey, tick tock, this is for my hoes
Make your hips rock
Light a L, baby, let the Crys' pop
Get your tick tock from this hip
and cake it
Never had to fake it to make it
Just put the pedal to the metal rock it up and re-flake it
I'm living the fast life
Jet after jet and try
Ain't listen to you niggas so just get up out my ears
The youngest nigga running shit I got em by some years
They say they really feel my shit I'll put em
Brothers on the corner sellin' junk
got held up by the hotties got the shotties in the trunk
You got the hard rocks wavin' glocks at the punks
March, march, march, march
Boomdizzle, baby
Way back in 1776
Who would have thought we would have had these chicks
Sum kinda slim and some
always prepared
Got sons you don't know about, ones you don't know about
Buns by the tons, mad guns and we going out
What!!
[swizz beatz]
It ain't over,
If my shooter hit it, they earned him a pezzi
Went BAPE, I'm drippin' in shit, it's a big baby
Geek out my whip, when the top off, it crazy (skrrt)
By: Clarence Claiborne Jr., Demar Newell
I`m drippin water
And i`m wit a daughter
She sittin right next to me
It`s never pressure
You told me call
a little then expanded
Yeah
Now I’m going up know they can’t stand it
Big Rollie Bandit
Cause I had to make me a move make a decision to win or lose
Now I’m
drive that, so Kayla can ride that
Let her get a taste of life daddy out here working for
Got to have it i been at it since they did the tootsie roll
So
all that
Strike like a snake and attack like a bobcat
[Verse 2: Baby Bash]
Hoe ass niggaz, there ain't nothing worse
They do it for panurch, but I
grow
They drink lemonade and speak real slow
You love hip hop and rock n roll
Dad took off when you were 4 years old
There was a good man named Paul
I came in off purple and I’m still sippin'
The sticks red and blue like they set trippin'
Thought they had the boy gone but I’m still kickin'
My main
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