Lyrics:
Rudolph, and Prancer
Percocet, molly, and xans (Percy)
Codeine on top of my stand
Right there by the extra handgun
They told me I couldn't, when I can
like dancing by myself
Feel so good just to be with me
Don't really need Nobody else
I don't want no scrubs
Scrubs is a guy that Can't get no love
mines blowing me apart
No help from the one who made them firearms spark
Imagine no guns more sanity question mark
I don't do rap to compete
Quite frankly
a blur
She in the club and she's dancing with the thugs
Lil' mama I can't show you love
The only thing I love is my drugs
Side by side
We dance in
that
No, you can't get nothing for free I thought I already had told you that
You chipping in to barely scrape a eighth, that's the poker pack
Wish my
just double up
Still, I just do rap, I ain't a mobster
Bet
Go and tell these rappers better, show some respect
Someone tell these fucking labels, cut me
nothing
Box office numbers in the rap form though
Quasimodo with a chip on my shoulder
It's on my back though
Facts thought, this might be club flow but
Yeah
We been waiting for this one
Bought by the blood of Jesus Christ
You already know where the glory go
Yeah
I Got Jesus on the phone
Tell me what
)
She never had knew what I was tryna become
You reach for my body, be bodily harmed (grrah)
He jump out the club with my body up-on, they call me (on
I guarantee you leave the club with
Us you won't be the same
They can't help it c'mon these
Bitches know it's The Planes
Let all my money talk for me
I'm alone but need no 1
Cuz party''ll be no fun
I'm at home but I can't cope ya
Call the phone up and then hope ya
Missing me in a mind sober
Though
shit
'Cause I stick figures that think they fat and can't rap wind blast
I make em Slim Fast, lookin like stick figures
I'm all that, I bag chips
and spiting fluid they chilling with they mom
They can’t speak cuz they saw me do it I got it off the line
When I make music I mix produce and rap at the same
I'm tired I can't lie
These boring rappers can keep me awake yet
So I'm trying every night in the studio things I can't wait to be taking
They can't
me way misunderstood so miss me with you understand
Plan for the worst so I can live the best that's always been the plan
I learned more from my
ya'll that nigga fucked up
me and skull duggery got the little nigga somethin
I told the boy nigga be beside himself
stop playin with big ole niggas
mix it up, pour that red up in my cup
My bitch so nasty, she my slut
Had to slide on the opps, had to fuck them up
Can't trust no bitch, no I can't cuff
the opinions from everybody, make it stop
Things are too political now, anymore my head’ll pop
Want no part of that
Connect the dots with my silence
and your wife buddied up
I can't afford to rap about no cars with no 24's
Shorties on my block is real, hard with they 44's
I know some teenagers, that'll
the gas so it
Might be a lil' generous
I c's like a class, nigga, read the syllabus
You and a bitch
Tell me what the difference is
I mix the Viv' red rag
November ruined, lawyer fees
Toying with me, boiling my hemoglobin
Is it best to stop or keep going
I don't see motivation, waiting at some station
For
fame,
So just get out the way and let me do the thing,
Its on tonight,
I'm known to be more vulgar than the garbage ____
You can't stop the train,
a motherfuckin' No Limit Soldier
[C-Murder]
I'm a no limit soldier 'til I'm dead you can't worry me
I represent the tank 'til a bitch nigga bury me
TRU
I can't stop now
Lemme see you with
Your top down
I can't stop you
Lemme hear what
Are my options
Press through my code
You the one
I don't need no
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