Lyrics:
my dance
Got a bad bitch in a trance
She like me cause I count bands
Balmain jeans and Louboutins
We slide by with window tint
Catch a opp out with his
off this shit it aint making no sense
Someway we all gotta get rich and keep it in picture ay
Cus right now we all steady gettin fcked over by
and y'all can get at us on Labor Day
We make stones that say pay a death at your moms labor day
I'm in the hood so we can link up, any place you think
got some scars on me (you know)
Just gettin' started, you don't really wanna start with me
It's John Q, I would sacrifice the heart in me for family
Rumble, I'm make the, uh
I make it tumble, uh, yeah
One in the, uh
Q move R, that's how we rumble, uh yeah (hit it)
interning with the cemetery winds
No stacked sash or accolades from authority
The backstory gets all back-into-a-corner-y
Abuses in the feeding tube
That
(yep)
My momma knew I was (was)
Everything I knew I was, I was destined for greatness
I knew I would be rescued by greatness (uh huh)
My first album
window
Now see, pull up to say, y'all be amazed me
Tony Starks, spaceship, ran by a daughter's cellar
Only man out, walked through hell
I'm 'bout to start dumping
You hear the cries as the bullets fly by
And in the end that motherfucker died
Feel the heat from our gunfire, can you
barely keep the anger in my heart
Down in the dark
Found in the park
Gouged with the sharp tip of a large shiv
If you start shit you will get marked quick
All about my skrilla ain't got time to entertain a whore
Cuzzo went fed he in the pen with the white boys
Let yo blood shed all I'm hearing is that
walking back to the truck gun in his waist
He said yo partna got the cash turn around gun in his face
All his niggas up them stick they ready to shoot up
[Chorus: x2]
Money, hoes, cars and clothes
That's how all my niggaz know
Blowin dro, twenty-fo'
That's how all my niggaz roll
[T.I.]
In
Until I make all of you fuckers bleed Blood
We learned to get it by any means memories
Thinking of the past I tip the Hennessy the god in me
Told me they
Bass go so low that the
Freaks in the backseat
Get a thrill off the alpine
When it vibrate they asscheeks
I'm Bobby Ray, baby, an All-American athlete
I
An unidentified Ferrari looking object flying by me on the highway
You know how fast you were going?
Nah not at all man
You must have been going pretty damn fast
Like a servant
Look me in my eyes
Tell me what's your purpose
All those chin grabs and bullshit lines
Are they really working
How many women
Do you
real in these streets, you ain't got what it takes, yeah
I get a bag every week, by the end of the month, nigga, watch what I make, uh
Watch what you
life not built for pussies like y’all
This life not built for pussies like y’all
Tell a bitch
Suck my dick
Lick the tip
Kiss that shit
While I lick
aspire
To have someone be so admired
I threw creation to my king
With the silence broken by a whispered wind
All of this can be broken
All of this
that Buddy Love but yo dick fat like Sherman
Goddamn ho you take forever to cum but I'm in mamba mode I'm determined
She said she knew by the way that
So stigetty step up and get your nostrils damaged.
Shootin', lickin', bustin', sprayin', all of that,
And then some, dead, dead, dead, one by one.
in my shoes
It'll fit you like a flip flop I swear I been real from the tip top
I'm the type to grind in the mud I ain't finna be weak I ain't never
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