Lyrics:
got ya homie
[Verse 1:]
No mo jose no mo rosie
They locked my dog up and that ain't ro-zay
All he wanted was the fame make it last forever
You get some
niggas on TG they some pussy bois
Yeah you know me I'm sir belinskii nice to meet you
Ima tell a story about the night of Jan thirty
There was this one
Soulja Boy Tell'em!
Jumped Inside The Showerrr
Then I Get Stupid Fresh
Turn My Swag On, Put That Ice On My Neck
Call On Miami (Miami) yeah That's
Oh boy get some ice to heal that burn
Keep on driving through wrong turns might lead you where you deserve
Oh boy lessons come first
Watch your mouth
LaToya is throwin' down with her new sound (In full effect)
So gimme some respect (Or we'll put you in check)
Kick it off boys
It's time to get correct
Where I land
Girl we make that money dance
Dance, dance, dance, dance
Dance, dance, dance
Come on y'all yeah you know we got it
Dance, dance,
the same rhyme
Paid homage to the struggle
That's before mine
Never bad handing nothing, therefore I grind
Outshine most niggas, call 'em all suns
Sons
war outside (yeah)
Get your ass inside (inside)
If you ain't tryna ride (tryna ride)
Boy, you ain't tryna die (tryna die)
They do a homicide
em Tonka
She swallow my kids and I tell that hoe all of em
I'm antisocial you can't go and bother nem
Where the money at well Imma need all of it
My
This is where I am, don't worry 'bout me
Big bands, baby, I'ma get 'em by the thousands
I'm working on myself, I got stuff to accomplish
They can say
your love for sneaks
Round the same time that you started your love for beats
Still love 'em to this day so bro just let me preach
I tell you those
secret thing
I won't tell a soul except the people in the nightclub where I sing
I don't want to get you all worked up
Except secretly I do
I'd be
the people I hate
I'm gonna lay the truth down I'm gonna strap it on
But by the time you understand, I'm sure that I'll be gone
Got one more thing to tell you
Imma, tell it like it is, tell you what im doin
Tell these kids playin like they rich, tell em who the fuck you foolin
Spend mo, the only plans I got this
uncle Andy bending empty cans. "for god sakes, Andy, get that cool one out of Billy's hand!". Well, what do you know it's half time where's the bathroom
Rollin' up my blunts - I tell her just make sure you lick those tight
Get that? I don't even miss that
I don't even carry but my brodie got them kick backs
you
Let's get him now, look at him smile, ice Bulova
Polo pullover, big links and rockin' boulders
He's stuntin', after he left my man like that
Get Out The Way
Man to man
We go hand for hand
And this canvas where you gonna land
Team to team
We go scheme for scheme
And there's no escaping
You now witnessing the god go head thank the lord
Beats by Slimer know the boy be going hard
Left a bloody murder crime about to be charged
Headed
Them Bibb county boys making noise get ya profit up (Ant)
Everybody possied up, clique so thick
Tell me take it how you wanna we aint taking no shit
the wrong get your brain out this spot
Three, why she gonna call you on your off day
Get the boys and party
Stumble in the lobby
Drunk high everything
O.G.
Louis frame match my Louis kicks on my fifth right?
Dirty lame look at me wrong? Tell 'em get right
Light reflecting off the Bentley watch, now
contract
Tell capo where to sign
I'm with the family, get it by any means n**** thug it out
Out to Miami, its nothing
But foreigns my n****s poppin out
You
Understand you're at a deficit, boy
This is where you zip your fucking lip, boy
Before I pluck out all your teeth to get your grill, boy
This that you ain't
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