Lyrics:
like slaves on the freedom run
And each and every time a wack rapper walks by me
His head starts singin: Come on and fly me...
I don't bite styles, weak
' head, gettin' hella dank
I drop my top when it's hot and sunny
So how you talk shit when you ain't havin' no money
I set trends in the rap game bitch
Cause I let these doves fly through your head too
And my niggas got heart that's an igloo
And they vicious like corsos and pitbulls
We might wait at your
(I think it's time I start feeling bitchy
I've been too nice too long
Yup, it's definitely time I get nasty)
(Gon' be some shit, Hot damn, ho)
(Gon'
(I think it's time I start feeling bitchy
I've been too nice too long
Yup, it's definitely time I get nasty) --> Millie Jackson
(Gon' be some
Been brutally murdered by the Jungle
Posse police seem to be baffled to
The whereabouts of these four suspects
D-Money easily spotted in
Candy burgundy
on the chieffin', hope these mollies ain't bogus
We got hoes in the front, got lean in the back
Gettin' head in the back, got fix in the 'Lac
Got Xannies on deck
out here gettin head like a guillotine
Ooh
Might wanna watch it
Cause that mouth might cause you a world of problems
I could straighten that for ya like
Life can wait but i can’t
Overthinking time spent
When I’m gettin high and all alone i get in my head
When I’m gettin fly and dressing up it goes
Chop
And my next Scrilla just walked through this Bitch head
Skrrt
Chop
Trill hit hutch just to shit on the neighbors
Bitch we gettin' paper money
getting swallowed by the city lights
The city lights the city lights
I’m gettin swallowed by the city lights
The city lights the city lights
I’m gettin
just gettin started mane
Let that beat ride
Know I'm gonna find a way
Rise up it's a brand new day
To make some money
3 kisses from my wife before I
Before we gettin em' out they clothes
Nigga show some love
Where the weed, pass the bud?
The hoes wanna fuck
If you can't fuck, pass the rug
Let a real
la-la-la)
All around the world
(La-la la-la-la)
My peoples gettin' money
(La-la la-la-la)
Let me hear you sing
So let 'em hear us hollar, ? got us by
unnoticed
There's no way I'm just gonna pass him off like he's just some any rapper
Like a one-hit wonder (yeah)
I'm on whatever you on, I ain't gon'
the player I am to the day I'm dead
I was sittin' on the sink gettin' some head
It was all so good and much too true
One young freak and a whole damn crew
If I hear you gettin' chips, pitbulls where you sleepin'
Everybody on the fuckin' floor, I'm squeezin'
Click the four, grip your whore by her weave
a game that get played by a kid
Pussy boy, I'm on your head like a wig
Diamonds water like I bought 'em from a squid
A1's what she get when she want
to go
I can't even fade 'em
Yeah, so what you gon' do, man?
I oughtta bust 'em in the back of they head
Bust 'em in the back of they head
For those lies
Amazing Grace
She super anxious waiting for a taste
Papi in the trap like Rob Base
I served my man' uncle raw base
He still feel some typa way to this day
I
Men have died and shot folks for this game
All to get a rusty bucket of nails at the end of a platinum rainbow
No, game
[Chorus]
Some have died
wit' crimes, fuck the innocent kind
I ain't repentin' 'til I die, gettin' head is my alibi
I wasn't there when niggas blazed and that coward died
I'll
no
Okay I pull up and hop
Out like who said what?
Forty on my hip right by my gut
Put some money on your head
Bitch you'll be dead by tomorrow
Dead by
send that walking
30 to your front door
Baby 3, he got that Choppa, better get low
Pack mob, big guns, and them bankrolls
We'll bust a nigga head
And get
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