Lyrics:
of a Menace I go by Youngboy
Call all the shots cause I'm over that gang
She looked in my face and was tellin' them lies
Got Dino to set that hoe car up in
school
Where dem carry car enter my school
You go win car if your trap sure for you
For my mind I say these people na fool
Me go dey try na wetin my padi
Lookin out my window hypnotized by the rain
In a trance reminicing bout the soldiers slain
Fighting wars in the brain trying to maintain
Hoping
''73 This man got shot, African traitors with rifles
Blocked the car that he and his wife were driving
See this man was a strong lion, down for
different shit
What, y'all be switching quick
I'm still different, bitch
My money ubiquitous (yeah, its everywhere)
Building up big businesses (woah, yeah,
the whole damn world
We gangsterous!
Bitches on niggas, let them think they got game
We sent them hoes, them hoes know Bob by they name
We put the P's in
Pop off pop off the top when i shoot shit
I'm the biggest plug tell my lil niggas move this
I sell the 8 ball i aint talking bout a pool stick
Imma
(Stars)
I be so high I be seeing stars
Nearly got hit by a speeding car
I been on the road no humble abode
And now I don't know what the reasons are
Watchu
Newspaper boy makin' his rounds
Spreadin' the word all over town
Drivin' his car just as fast as it will go
There's papers in the driveway,
knowin what I juss did,
put the money in my pocket an headed back to the crib,
got a tingle on my dick feelin bad,
looked up an seen task cars comin at me,
John 15:13
Words and Music by Bob Hartman
I wear my seatbelt in the car I buckle up for safety
I run for cover from the storm
I wear a band aid on my
it how we are with it
Carobulou with a Church Hill cigar with it
Don't never far get it
Woman getting targeted
Six hundred cars with it
Tech is
be slimin shit out, That's that 5 shi
Take the Glock off his waist, on my momma, that's my shit
Hop out the car, no drive-by shit
When it comes
The nighttime hears the wheels rush by
While lovers are fast asleep
There's Bob Wills and a ten piece band Rollin in an ol' Flex Bus
He played last night in
Ladies and gentlemen
This an ode to the B-boys, B-girls
The people out there who do it for the love
And believe me I'm not dissin' anybody out
fix my life but now I watch it whiz by
When I'm breaking down I grab the pieces and I lift my
Problems up and stack them Swiss high
They eat me up like
only thing that brighten my mood (Yes sir)
If you had a million you would feel good too (So good)
Never ever cheated but don't play by the rules (Hell
ain't tell on his homie Stood tall ain't say none
Driving cars they ain't never seen Flying places they ain't never been
Told my niggas if I make it
And probably the reason I made it this far in life
I don't have a car to drive
but I'm driven by this art, so I'm giving them the heart inside
My chest, or what
Mummy died got me looking in the sky
Lost you know why can't provide at side
Dazing in my brothers eyes hate goodbyes
Can't decide if I'm gonna ode
again to make moves
I'll be damned if we go hungry
Ever since my pops passed the responsibilities belonged to me
This song you see is like an ode
here it is at your service
The b the I the g the d-a-double-d-y
And when it comes to rippin' the mic, oh my oh my oh my
I guarantee you by time I'm
the heat to kids
They'll riddle thru ur ligaments, I'm on my E.Nygma shit
Speak of which, riddle me this
Why do u wreak of fish
And love getting beat by
See Creek beats
Boot up, boot up, boot up, boot up, boot up, boot up, boot up
Switched to them cars, I'm on red alert Dressing good in them better
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