Lyrics:
getting this fetti
We in the Chevy and ready to pop tags in
[Chorus:]
So whatever you tryna do lil niggas I already done
And since you wanna live by
Nigga, uh, uh, uh
Put a bitch on a bitch and a bitch on a strip
Extra chips with the dip, extra clips for the stick
They my sons, Joe Jackson, come
don't bother me
It don't bother me (Young Buck)
When the wolves come out for the robberies
It don't bother me
Cuz they know who I be, it don't bother me
I just passed the city limit
I said take a sip she said what's In it
Life goes faster when you live it
So I slow it down and take it by the minute
itself all erotic
Repainting any past as false and demonic
Oh, Jackson lives now by our curious ways
Unsure of painted pieces, still splashing his paint…
They found Joe lying on his bed
Hammer blows rained to his head
Pyjama jacket on the back of a chair
And an empty bottle of pills by Kenneth's side
I'm about making 20's
Andrew Jacksons get turned to Benji's
If I feel like that boy offend me
Then imma pop out with a different semi
Everyday nigga
Mixin' with my moms in the kitchen
Them spoons rattlin'
Pots and pans, faucet water pourin'
Tunes managin'
To come from all the fussin' and ramblin'
What I
the kitchen and I don't know why
Caught my aunt smoking crack and she got a black eye
Living on Focus: HOPE and we tryna get by
Sippin' on WIC juice, wash it
A surrender by degrees
Tote that barge, chase the cheese
Leading lives, song still inside
Quiet desperation against the tide
Sitting in
chase after me
20-20 still can't see the peak, ascending casually
Michael Jackson, man I swear it ain't nobody bad as me
Drop top, gold wrist watch
come at all and not be ready
That's what separates me from the petty
MC's gas themselves by drinking too much Getty
And get torn the fuck up like
Baby Joe gon' shoot
If you go broke now they ain't gon' do shit for you
Can't give up now, nigga this the life I choose
Back in 8th grade, I swear I
the street
Where they never judge a brother by the shoes on his feet,
They welcome everybody come from near and far,
There’s always plenty of room
the cops come ain't no asking nobody
Bag up the body
Another cold case outside of Joe Robbie
Now it's the Hard Rock
Mama did Hard Rock
I was in trap houses,
Sanders
Ain't gonna place
Cuz the green new deal
Lives in outer space
Who's the chick
By the name of Warren
Her last name sounds
Like she's a moron
You the other half to me the missing piece I need to fly
And live my life knowing you're by my side
Butterfly city around you, thankful to God that I
'em, "Bite down"
Money come, bitch, money go
Tell the haters, "Adios"
Dese' on me, sloppy joe
I'm ready foreign, Audi ho
Too cool, I mean extra
to live in the city I come from
And if you ain't fucking with it then let it be known
And we can either talk about it or be about it
Me I'd rather sit
Punk bitch think she real smart
Runnin' that G but talk is cheap hoe
Spend some cash money with me
Look up when I pull up
And come runnin' to see
If
Intro/Chorus:
Let all the live niggas in
Kick all the bitch ass niggas out
We came to rock and shock the house
Turn it out and out and out
'bout to take your ass to school, nigga
Show you how to move, nigga, we live by no rules, nigga
Ohh, uh, one to the two, yuh
Million dollars on me
the story that Michael
Jackson, in a effort to
retain his youthful look and feminine vocal characteristics had his
testicles surgically removed,
thereby
those cold nights after dark
No cappin, cause we been them boys up in the am steady, programming
Culture like Joe Jackson, she want it bad like a dope
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