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grinding, y'all niggaz know what we do
We get it in with the Murderland, Chi-town too
Hit you up, something nice 'til the death of Yakub
Swagger stuck on ya
talkin micky d's
I'm feeding her D
By the pound at that
(Pound at that)
Nigga don't envy me
I'm living life g
That's the motto man
(Yeah)
Run it up
Run it
strap get killed
Come around my way warring Im’a black up still
All black in field mane what you did this for
Now I’m talkin to you waterboarded ribs all
that's what Dr. Dre found me
Pull up on Cedar, then I put it in park
Now take yo ass in the house before it get too dark
Okay now why I'm always running
Making plays on my cellular
Regular, All y'all niggas regular
Regular, Pull up in something that ain't regular
Regular, All yall lil niggas smoking regular
I air a tool
Shoot 'em down when I up, you'll get left right there, choppas in my hand
I'm Freddy, yo' worst nightmare, light his top up when he
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Ain't trynna boss up tell me what you here for
Roll wit the mob feel like Robert De Niro
I heard y'all all talk
Ain't bout no action
Heard
Y’all the fruitiest.
And please dnt ever cross me like a crucifix.
I promise I’ll be awesome.. you’ll get used to this.
I lunatic lounging with The looney
plenty cheese plenty carats man we looking like some caterers
And it's looking like you haters and you fakes is imitating us
Shaded up, braided up, and I
I'm no good at chatting up and always get rebuffed
Enough to drive a man to drink, I don't do no washing up
I always reached the stuff piled up
Steppin shit up with some fashion
We moving freely no lapsing
All my bitches be bragging
And all hating hoes steady Tagging
Said LMA think she a bad
cheap
I get my neck like a cooler
My money get long like uzi a ruler
Oh you gon sit by computers
I sit on my throne lil boy I'm the ruler
Don't even look
This that, passion I get from how you bluff about me
Fuck ya squad, you gon need god to pull a punk up out me
Blah blah blah, La la la, keep singing, I'm
rhododendrons
Sit in the window, watch the years go by
You must be joking if you don't wonder why
The newsagent ran to get in from the rain
The papers were wet
Y'all niggas know me, cause I do my thang, mane
You look, you goin' see, G-Unit's my gang, mane
You front on me, I pull out the thang, thang
dopefiend baby, I don't know why
All I want to do is get high
Between your legs is where my brain is at
Cause I'ma nymphomaniac
I used to smoke
and night
Waiting by the phone
Hoping you'll call and say you're finally coming home
The memories echo through the night
That's how I get along
They can't
yeah
Get by get high yeah yeah
Get by get by yeah yeah
Aye mane
Im bout to
Take flight
I get up
Out in
Orbit
Everywhere
Atomic
She feelin
On my stomach
up and cyaan' get di wings (no)
Glock dem weh we parole wid a chip like the Singhs
Pretty gyal a pick up some designer tings
Gyal a say me cool me
bout now y'all gonna honor
The fact I be rocking just like I'm a Rockstar yea you can just tell by the locks
Golden my hair, while there's gold on my
Y'all niggas can't even trap, nothin'
Post up, nothin', kick with the hoes, barbeque, nothin'
We spinnin' back to back
Two weeks, three weeks straight,
kicked up a storm
Who big her up now, me and Robert and Shaun?
Whole heap of entertainer, come, come step pan me corn
Now she was a top ten lady from
kicked up a storm
Who big her up now, me and Robert and Shaun?
Whole heap of entertainer, come, come step pan me corn
Now she was a top ten lady from
What do you abide by?
Better be the vision, if not, bye-bye
I get my connect on the line, no wi-fi
Collect then match it
Magic, bitch, ta-da
My guy
Talk
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