Lyrics:
human feelings (huh)
Got a murder on my belt, it's holdin' up my denim (it's Gucci)
I'm keepin' the feds out my biz, you tryna put 'em in 'em (racks)
you can tell by my face boy
That bad bitch she call me hellboy
Bitches want my dick they can call my cell, boy
I just wanna bitch I can call my playboy
couldnt give a fck about what people say
Cause im a soulja but tell me what are you
They say that things just can not grow
Beneath the winter snow
Or so I
Life handed me lemons
I jump back in the public eye and squirted lemon juice in it
By now you just wish I'd fucking die but I electrify
Get
Yeah
Its Bad Boy Baby
Neptunes
And we won't stop
(I like that) 'Cause we can't stop
Yeah
Let me tell you something
Sometimes I rhyme slow,
(tell 'em Num),
Come on,
Roll the window down,
Let me get a tad bit of breeze,
My whole vision is seein' threes.
I got a plug so silly,
like milk and honey
Baby I can tell you want me
Ooh I can feel your heartbeat
And the feelings coming over me
Just lay back, relax, boy you blow my
by the rules
I got em lost let em try to find the clues
Im In The Zone like I'm driving by a school
Hold on my nigga this what I do
Bitch Im In
enemies by any means (any means)
If-if-if you get twenty years in the league, you still couldn't ball with us (no)
Seven foot four, boy still ain't tall
the track, fuck em
The rap struck em harder then gettin hit by a Mack truck
and then backed up on
And any half-assed known rapper to trespass
better be ready
was sleepin' on the kid like I'm Posturepedic
My background was tough but
I was rocking that Levis
Too cool for cats I had em' jockin' my steez right
on em with the stick nigga
Tell 6'9 I need six figures
Hit em with the 9 don't snitch nigga
Tell Uncle Murda I murder Uncs
Get wrapped for the years done
or the streets
Fullerton trails to the Beach
Boy what you wanna do?
Get a few freaks down Beach?
Tell em don’t dirty my seats, now
NOS tanks filling up, nicotine
partner smoke him
Chuck E Cheese, I'm about pizza and my Rol' on
I'm a gangster, I don't dance, baby I poke
Right now I'm surrounded by some gangsters
chill
'Til the next episode
I make money and I really don't love hoes
Tell ya the truth, I swoop in the coupe
I used to sell loot, I used to shoot
Pull up on my job and make 'em go work
We hit the singles club, her hips are double time
Got three funnels to sweep but she don't care she get some
Hah nigga what
Mp be my name
>from the ghetto to fame
Got them make 'em say ughhh (ughhh)
Got the world screaming my name
>from every soldier
the human torch
Inhaling fumes of all sorts of course
Steez taught me how to store it in my ball shorts
So when we stop by the D we never get caught
I say
wet on the floor
Like she came out the pool dripping
RayBans got the juice dripping
Tell em free uncle poose with it
And if you riding with me
the bags
I done went blind goin' Hulk Hogan on they ass (gangsta)
Tell my shooters, "count me out", and I end up doin' the math (D6, Gansta Rizzeal)
I
steps dog
Trying to motivate
All of my strong single moms
Baby daddies in prison
The kids tell you they miss 'em
They keep sending you pictures
to judge the way im movin
boy i thought you knew that i
Am way more average
Im independent
Sometimes actin savage
Surely in not average
chosen by god
paid the price
Watch this Edo boy fly
Edo boy touch the sky
Watch this Edo boy rise
Edo boy never die
E da yeri ponu go a gwa n igho
Tell em I'm back
Hey doorman,
Tell 'em line up the cris,
I put my money on the roof and crush this bitch,
You niggas keep wavin' them wrists,
I put my money
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