Lyrics:
these lames' Supreme jackets
Until you rob a hype beast, you ain't seen sadness
Clock-work orange madness left the scene laughin'
Ay, we forever-ever
need the W by any means, yadada
Yadada mean, tell that lil' bitch that I'm outta her league
Enough is enough, and I think I'm allergic to suckers
You
This long line of people
That goes back to the beginning of time
And when we meet, they meet other lines of people
And we say bring together
Hold up lil bitch
I need my chips
They say why you working
Cause i aint rich
Tell by my walk im the shit
My raps tight just like a gift
Niggas is
you rob your bro and you better not tell your mother
Chase for the jet, I'ma send that lil' ho right there through American
This ain't that, her time
Cor-Cor-CorMill
You know what I'm sayin', we go by YNW
And I don't think the world really ready for this right now
But we really from another
Makin' the lovin' vibe forever
Girl, I wanna be that shoulder
You lean on when the world gets colder
Together we will grow a lil' older
I'm not goin'
together
Neutral niggaz
Bloods and crips
That make us thugs right
Cause we looking out
For us right
Come and take this lil bus ride
In the name of Mrs Parks
a stupid nigga if he runnin up
Try to rob me promise you ain't comin up
If he get away then they gon bring it up
We gon hear about it
Shots hit yo chest take
here then we might as well shine together (all up in my ears)
Better now than never, business before pleasure (the mic is loud, but the music isn't
When you getting them bands with niggas who done planned with ya
Gotta watch for the snakes cause they’ll try to hang with ya
How you gone try to rob
cause they said)
(That if niggas like this is shinin' all together
Bein' together, doin' shit everyday
Then they gon' fall out over some money
ol' niggas wan' rob me like a burglary (let's go)
I can make your lil' bitch just wanna percolate
Sex first then we can have a after-date (free Uzi)
Thought that I should give them all my love
But it turns out they would rob me even just for lil dubs
Fake motherfuckers in the dust
I ain't pull up
is like hangin' yourself at a.....
I know you thought I'd be locked up
Dead by now, shot up, full of lead by now
Got up wit' JD doh', crazy
And I'm still mourning
Gave all my purp to my OG
But I want some more red
My lil nigga ask to rob my plug
I told him go ahead
Can't save yo number anyway
getting racks daily
Fuckin' up racks and they pay me
Fuckin' up racks and they pay me
Prosecutors putting shit together
See my nigga through the glass cuz
she was with us so I brought her.
Dun got myself into a whole heap of trouble,
Double crossed by the law so it's nobody to run to,
Yeah it's just me
We'll rent a brand new apartment together
Spend some time and shoot the breeze
Even if they rob all the stuff out of our car
We're gonna have each other
static
Don't do no talkin', have yo' shit together when we come
I got too many brothers that done died by the gun
I murder from the heart, so you can
These niggas be fake, gotta watch them
I'm hot, so I know they plottin'
Go broke, have lil' bro rob them
That Nina my problem solver
Man down, no
on food I'm in the mood for a stick-up,
To pick up lil' somethin' on a get up
You hit up, blessed by the way I protest,
Your world, gettin' it all of my
Cost lil money to look like dis
Cost lil money to smoke like dis
Cost lil money to drip like dis
Cost lil money to push like dis
It cost lil money
know give me a motherfuckin break, will ya?
shorty was da bomb brown skin honey with the dough
found out she was a lil' ho but still yo
pushed up
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