Lyrics:
their beauty
Crazy life
Getting darker
Run by the devil
La Vida Loca
Ricky Martin fucking his nephew
This shit I cannot make up
This the planet we working
know crash gone spazz
In New York wit a whole lot of cash hit up 375 for the Ricky and Raf
I step in giuseppe I blast if you test me we hop out the whip
ironic
Tatted on my torso yeah it's so iconic
She a thot and she tryna get sticky
Gucci belt and my boots kickin Ricky
Fendi jeans give me top get to work
it all by amounts
Take it n pack up an ounce
Flip it n re up mah towns
I make it i drop it get paid n ah bounce
Bust thru, die for mine
All u
you niggas playin' with it (ha)
In the studio, I don't sleep
'Cause every time I drop, I make a million every week
I'm in a Aston Martin truck, she
tryin')
Check, check, check, yeah (to get you under my pressure)
Yo (ayo, Ahki)
I gave niggas flowers, they gave me dirt
So I just grew more flowers
got a drop top
Can’t wait till we make it to the topity top
Meanwhile getting all this guapity guap
I'm the boss they call me the top dog
Took your
Don't forget to remember me
(Drop it, Mary)
I don't mean to feel like this, don't mean to think like this
My heart just has to be sure
That the love
Baby
Drop your top, and roll with me
It's the Big Moe, and that E.S.G.
Boys bleeding blocks, in these H-Town streets
Man it's going down, making
flip my middle finga, I'm chillin on twenty million.
Da rumors turn me on I'm masterbatin at da top,
These hoes so excited so dey catchin every drop
2021 Rap Up
Talk to 'em, Tommy
You know every year, at the top of the year, it's my time
Y'all be waitin' for me to talk reckless
Respectfully,
see me out on the street, come and get it
This is no time, matter fact I'm on my own grind
Why focus on me? I got my dough crime
Why care about
as an arrow
I see alotta dancers but the floor is narrow
so Wiz give me a scratch and drop the beat
and check the meters so we can show them who's the dance
We on the south side but North Phily though
Really though
Purp by the pound crack by the oz
I'm so fly all your hoes know me
It be me Oschi
Caddy truck
Ayy, everybody been steady askin' me like
Iish, where that shit at
I told them it's on the way, though
Yeah, rather be the nigga shootin' than gettin
heart is
Yeah, let me take you where it started I got niggas who was with me, now they hating
Is it cause my flow go retarded? You know I'm the hardest
I
Bottles, it's a bar, got me
Fucked up, fuck a cop, we get
Fucked up on the spot, bro get
Fucked up off the bars, shoot your
Shot off in the dark, hit
pistol Pete
Pistol Pete Maravich
Sick of these niggas I'm tired of saying it
Don't ask for a verse unless you thought about paying me
Now they see Kuzi
mine moe
(Like, like)
We used to smoke on that opp pack now we smoke indigo
How could you be insecure baby you are beautiful
It hurt me to death when I
back to high school when my sister was a teen and me squatting in that 442 was dream
Ridin' Martin Luther King on 38th with cousin Dominique
By any means
What if JFK's assassination plot fell through
And Dr. Martin Luther King stayed inside his hotel room
What if Freeway Ricky had never cooked his
it by my lonely now I'm the big homie
But I'm his royal slickness, ghetto weakness, come Rick is
The one who expose cornball rappers with
motherfuckin head off
Once again, niggas know my style, God damn it
Unless it's on the cut so give me
The mic and watch me slam it
Hard like Shaquille, oh you
what you know 'bout that?" the old ones replied
Life's like a parking lot, products don't help a lot
Hoping they listen and wise up before they drop
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