Lyrics:
the club I own it
If it ain't gas, I don't want it
Your bad bitches look borin'
My bad bitches look foreign
Them green guys like a green light, them bad
(Ricky Racks)
For what it's worth
You were a slut at birth
If the world had a dick
You'd fuck the Earth
I tried to get over you
It doesn't work
Keeping it G ain't nuttin, you ain't gotta like it cause the hood gone love it
You ain't gotta like it 'cause the hood gone love it
Watch a young
special
And we had something good
But I shoulda had another mechanic under my hood
If you see me walking by you, boy, don't you even speak
Pretend you
a broke rapper? (I don't understand that)
That's a perspective I respect because it's real
What it's like to be nice as fuck but got to stress to pay
a swinger, the thug or a malingerer, boo
You don't need a man, that's you and T-Boz
With them fingers but
I ain't mad if you goin' touch yourself
Cuz with
beat but it ain't broke yet
Got a few loose strings hangin' by a thread
Honey, I don't know how-much these hearts got left
Are we fixin' to break?
it ain't fix nothin'
So I just go with what I know
I don't trust none
Look what the 80s did
To us baby kids
And now we grown up
Nobody ain't want
straight
Less than deadweight, never been a problem to dump
Look, I just broke up with my bitch cause we ain't argue enough
I keep it dirty as the spliffs
jackin' I'm still queenin'
And I'm still prayin'
You would too if you knew how these jealous bitches move
First .22 by twenty-two
They don't know
to the fall, you can like it or not
Nigga, back the fuck up
If you ain't with me, motherfucker, you against me
If you ain't complimenting, nigga, you
strong odds
It gets so hard in times like now to hold on
Well, I'll fall if I don't fight
And at my side is God
And there ain't no one going to turn
that it's gonna be a big one
And the snow is settin' in
And I don't want her cold while I ain't at home
The way that I have been
Spendin' my nights
It's on 'til the break of dawn
And we're starting this party from dusk
Okay, let's go
Back with André the Giant, Mr. Elephant Tusk
Fix your musk,
Shit, tired of gettin' shot at
Tired of gettin chased by the police and arrested
Niggas need a spot where WE can kick it
A spot where WE belong,
It's not about the nice guy
It's 'bout the hardworkin' motherfuckin' Thug nigga
If you ain't a thug nigga, you ain't really doin' nothin'
You ain't
me, packin' a 380
And fiendin' for my Mercedes
Suckers scatter but it don't matter, I'm a cool shot
Punks drop from all the buckshots the fools got
if they don't want it
It's been so long
Since I met a chick ain't on my tips but then I'm
Dead wrong, when I tell 'em be gone
So hold
It's what you all been waiting for, ain't it?
Your weekly entertainment
For me to get a hold of this beat and go 'head, claim it
I'm about
nice to meet ya"
I'd like to treat ya to a bagel and a slice of pizza
But I'm broke as fuck and I don't get paid till the first of next month
But if
strong odds
It gets so hard in times like now to hold on
Well, I'll fall if I don't fight
And at my side is God
And there ain't no one going to turn
to make sure my people gettin' by
Brunch with some Qatar royals and my cup is all oil
You know it's real when your niggas will take the fall for you
All
It's not about the nice guy
It's 'bout the hardworkin' motherfuckin' Thug nigga
If you ain't a thug nigga, you ain't really doin' nothin'
You ain't
What's broken you don't try to fix
'Round here, there ain't no whys and ifs
You don't pick up what you can't lift
I raise my hands up to the sky
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