Lyrics:
O cho cho cho cho
Pe Rodo Rodo
Ogologo ogooo
O cho cho cho chooo
Oluwa Malo cover me lowo aye
To ni car ti o jo gba mi
And some have food cannot eat
bigger buzz
I did this one out of love
I turnt this one off the drugs
We was throwing up them gang signs
Before we walked inside the club
Nigga don't wanna
cause I gotta show tomorrow
So that's just a 24 wait
I gotta make sure that I'm fresh and got some food on my plate
Don't gotta worry about my family
one hundred
Been through the mud
Don't need no drugs
Don't need no hugs
These niggas always giving
Out all the fake ass love
I got to be Ganghis Khan
My
head
And a good plate of food over there Even though my niggas ridin
Sellin' drugs on the corner Said ain't nothin' but love over there
Cold winters, I
neanderthal money nigga
Welcome to America!
There are kids with guns, in your area
The drugs are laced, they wanna bury ya
Don't switch, don't snitch, don't get
many drugs I can’t even feel my face
Woke up off a bean and I poured up an 8
Niggas want my food they keep staring at my plate
I'm used to the dark but
los dosifico
Sueno en los distritos
Traigo fast food de mi food track
Y hago parkour en un beat boombap
Magia en tu Samsoon Tusam
En el rap soy Shang
Slayed are those who fell victim to the bite
A drug controlled substance, contained in a vial
Set up by the devil as he looks and he smiles
Good
(Jesus)
Slain are those who fought for what was right
Slayed are those who fell victim to the pipe
A drug controlled substance, contained in a vial
Set
brother, yo, he's at the drug spots
Livin' off that cheap Chinese food
He says he only bumps the people when he's in the mood
Runnin' 'round with his crews
(Jesus)
Slain are those who fought for what was right
Slayed are those who fell victim to the pipe
A drug controlled substance, contained in a vial
Set
Slayed are those who fell victim to the bite
A drug controlled substance, contained in a vial
Set up by the devil as he looks and he smiles
Good
her man name was Pimp Daddy Hustler Stack Money
A big time drug dealer from around the way
Slingin' rocks, makin' G's everyday
He drove a big fat
called box office, baby. It's bigger than the damn Stones.
Tension
Tension
Tension is all that I know
I tension in my health food, tension in my
hoes love you for that money you make
Show me some house-pitality, when we come in you state
Ghetto Government, we strugglin', for food on our plate
Food is disgusting it's what they make shit from
You're vomiting backwards
Get poisoned, get cancer
I want to make a record instead of taking drugs
high you are"
But I changed up went down a different path
Instead of drugs yo homie I got women stashed
2 door in south of France
Look at my jewels they
the plan made
Nigga got his food ate, patch it up with a Band-Aid
Max mayonnaise, macaroni cheese, and mustard
Your bitches look musty
Shit got me
'ffiliation
Money conversation build a foundation
This ain't no street gang
Bitch this a mafia
Linking up in traffic with a drug trafficker
Mash in the car
Realer, realer
Ain't got to be a big drug dealer
I'm on the street like Rita
We run the thing like Julius Cesar
Wheel up, wheel up
Bounce to the beat,
want you to be a criminal,
And they offer you things like drugs, alcohol.
But we know what to do, kids. We just say ‘no'.
If I could be
bugs and drugs - and several other dangers - but I command the dinner shift, - and when depressed - I think the four F's - Friends, Fun, Fast-Food
out the store, nigga (Yeah)
And I'm on the block, you know I'm gang, paper, drugs, extort, nigga (Yeah)
Pull up on my block, the stick gon' poke you
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