Lyrics:
Word to the pusher, nigga never kept a job
Boobie gave me game
We used to sell dope and rob
I left a stain off in Carol City
My last name should
yesterday was lobster today it's fettuccini
Could never take it easy, a hundred on the dash while the whip look steamy
Had the last laugh when I saw they
and walked past
fingers crossed heard him laugh then he saw me it seems
and whispered..........
(even if you kill me I'll still be in your fuckin'
Yeah
Light that bitch then pass it
Lil shorty off the acid
She bad she a walking classic
Fuck with us get a walk in casket
I don't give a fuck what
We left the concert from the back door
Before Mr.S finished the last song
A mocking joke followed by a smile
Argentinian accent and glasses of red
the pape it's on the floor
Keep pouring them baby ass lines lil Nigga pour a 4
And I get cash don't pay taxes high fashion put it on
Put it on bitch
Look aye
Central Station
This ain't a mixtape but the tape's mixed
Black tape red tape all on one brick
Get it on the flo' get get it on the flo
Last night I
told you not to bother me
Young nigga I came out of poverty (I did)
Now that bitch she my property, suck it up sloppy-ly
woah
Used to laugh at me now
Mr. Telephone man, I really need to make a call now
Tried to hit you before but I think the number blocked out
Said this is what I'm dealing with I
to short, your legs to small
I'm the sure shot shit off of deputy dog
Break it in two and true so do
By myself I can take you and you and you and you
Straight
Yeah I got swag, I got drip
I got what you call that shit
I'm that man that don't miss
Mr. walking Confidence
Definition of success
Take what I want
corrupted by my greed
I hate you sir, I hate you
You rob the joy from everyone I see
So cowardly
Don't ask when the last atrocity was
I banish you when you
don't know."
So I asked about his government and he turned his head and then began to laugh
And I asked him, "what you running from?"
And he said, "My
by the 9
Fuck the dumb shit, I run this, a whole life of crime
Ain't never had shit, but always had my pistol, bitch
187, don't make me whistle, bitch
on the floor
Aunt Lil had me cracking up Errday
R.I.P mama Lil and Eva Mae
Meet me in King Circle park by the empty lot
Doesn't it feel good to be in my
Yeah, yeah, um
Class is in session, please get by the bar
Ladies, first position (Yung Dza)
I wanna see you tucking in that butt, haha (go,
I’m the mr nice guy that bullies all these assholes/ they losing faith in HipHop I feel like I’m the last hope/ I showed up and I owned the night/ I was
I'm gon be solo on that charter seat
Don't do nothin' outta spite
Cuz that lil bitch Karma humble ass
My brother lost his life
And then my sight, it
her ass clap
Got her bent over and the last laugh
I got game point, I'm just like that
How many times do I gotta fuckin' stamp that
Yeah, I just met
get everything you ever wanted baby
That's my word
Trust, my niggas come home from long bids
They check for me before they see their own kids
I
around me
I'm the only one big around me
Ayy, what's wrong with these lil' boys? I
Don't even play with nobody kids
This the last time lil' boy like
That
scared out of my gourd, my last ticket to ride
Hey Mr. No Complaints, how you hanging in?
You used to hand me a twenty and say, "I wish I had more to give
bitch paying for some blue ones
And I stopped giving a fuck when I got hurt by the last one
Will you stand by me
Stand by me
All this pain I feel
Will
vibe, that's a cool lil night yeah
Hit her with the uhh, like yeah yeah
Hit her with the uhh, like yeah yeah
Be my misses officer, by the end
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