Lyrics:
to just stroll the park with this Chaka
Baby girl was just diggin' all in my pockets (all in my pockets)
I was going hard (by the magic hour)
We were
special, tell me what you want
This ain't special, baby, this is fun
Drop it off (21), let me see if your booty soft
Gold mouth (hold up, hold up), yes,
A$AP tat, yeah
And I'm back splashin' on you crabs
Popeye, back up, yeah, five shots, gon' drop, yeah
I'm not 2Pac, I live life out, yeah
The life
by in the the the drop
I puff puff the trees
So fuck fuck the cops
See I woke up layin' in the blood of the beat
And I just killed studios with bars
You made it good line
I make it a hot song
You riding your man's dick
But Flex ain't drop no bombs
Time will Reveal what I'm on
Gaining weight in
hang em all by ropes
Never put trust in yo players They always do the most
Get this paper by slice but we headed straight for the loaf yeah
Verse 2
I got the crew with it
Going dumb on this track next two minutes
2020 For the Mob Issa new beginning
You said I couldn't but I really did it
Blowing
We throw them 2s up with the 1s with em
You owe me money you done with him, yeah
We throw them 2s up with the 1 with em
You owe me money you done
the ether
Ain't no stupid Dua Lipa
Been smooth since beepers
Too live crew and q latifah
We move prestigious
No louie v or gucci sneakers
A lucid dreamer
niggas
Please tell ya potnah' he can't rap
Fifteen hundred for the feature
If you wanna drop some crack
Thiry-two for the bag if you tryna cop a pack
When
been infested by Bloods, lustin' for colors of red
More black lives done shed through
Yet the blood travelin' through veins remain blue
Boned out
up....
Up and down 2x
life goes up and down
Booty go around
Make a clapping sounds
Diamonds bussin down
Oh yea throw it in the air it aint a thing
Ashanti baby baby make it rain on me
Please I'm a breeze to appease
Tone bull city but this booty overseas
Left cheek right cheek 1 2 3
When I twerk twerk
to lap me, yo
Booty hit me good and kept it movin', what that ass got
Runnin' up to catch it, gotta slap it, 'til that ass drop
All day, everyday, think we
Ah-huh, microphone check one two
I do ya tool, like them freaks run through your crew
Give it to me, oh, send it to me, oh
But before I get down, where's
the D's
Don't hate me, hate Nicky Barnes for hittin my moms
Letting the condom pop, nigga I was born in the drop
Coke boil in the pot, shake the Feds
Ah-huh, microphone check one two
I do ya tool, like them freaks run through your crew
Give it to me, oh, send it to me, oh
But before I get down, where's
Selassie I, guide I way
Cause nuff of them rather see I&I go astray
Help me speak my truth right now before it's too late
Each day that I wake
Give me
is it strapped off?
I got a girl, now my dick it need a little rest
Can't be a freak, AIDS killin niggaz every week
So when I see the booty
it strapped off?
I got a girl, now my dick it need a little rest
Can't be a freak, AIDS killin niggaz every week
So when I see the booty on a cutie
it for the low
All my hottest verses written and they spitting round the globe
2am Thoughts, yeah they resonate
Sold out first show front row see them
biting tongue, I'm going off here
Feel we got the game by curly short hairs
We wanna live in this world
To be the one thing you never could change
Half
I don't believe this!
I get rid of those two evil maniacs who try to ruin my show
And I get two evil guests who are trying to ruin my show
Feh!
anytime that I lace mine,
Light up the stage for the homies we make shine
Sick the dogs on you, get more by the K-9!
Homies on the yard never walk in
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