Lyrics:
gettin' poured on
Jay Got Juice, dat nigga the truth,
In my muthafuckin zone
Bitch it ain't cool to be slime (slime)
I got yo main hoe on her spine, (spine)
We arose, let's go
So fresh so clean" like 'Kast
Jay-Z be poppin' tags
Leavin' the mall with heavy bags
You know the boy got a love for the cash
me to Jay-Z
I don't need niggas around me
Still me when I'm in deep
Quarter nine on a twenty ounce
I'm surprised that I ain't sleep
I ain't lyin'
please, help me please)
Lord when will all the crime stop
Ohhh ohh oh
When a baby is born
That life is so pure
Ain't a reason to doubt
Jay z couldn't write
happy on the trigger
Say fuck it put a cap in a nigga
But this ass ain't made for no caps homey
This ass says 'Exit Only'
So I get in the wind but
But this is where I'm from
3-2-1 I can't cum
No other way
No way, no how
You know the bowwow do it Long Beach style
To the fullest young nigga
down when we pulling up in your fucking town
VIP, the line around the corner, VIP bottles
And shorty in cat suit like Foxy Brown
Sono, you see the logo
in the fly Lincoln
Roughneck niggas wanna box me down
'cause I got the ladies lookin' like Foxy Brown
The Liks bring the beer Tip sticks it in your
remains on my dick
then she grab me by the nuts and tried to take my sausage as a hostage
Ain't it obvious? Pretty much a no brainer, or should I say
Fuck Jay Z, he's broke and I smoke daily
Baby, let's be friends
Friends, where's my niggas' at, come on y'all
No need to front, let's be friends
winning niggas winning
Yeah I'm on in this bitch who
Hating cause they can't get on
I'm looking for the same run Jay
Z and Dame went on baby and Wayne
the streets
Yea, I'm only in it for the B.A.G'z
The B.A.G'z
I ain't worried about no haters. I ain't worried if they Shady
I'mma keep celebrating the fact that
the bitch is a fan
Big dog to these cats these niggaz capping and playing
I cant do no more features if a nigga aint paying
I cant do no business with you if
people ain't no room to breathe
Surrounded by murderous felons, drinks and bags of weed
I swing at ya and get fly with the M-I
I'm automatic trample in
say" shit
Unless he say she said she on my dick
It's no coincidence, niggas who fuck wit' me get shot up (brrat, brrat)
I do a Cali' style drive-by
ain't got no game
Fuck sex, bitch, I'm gettin' checks
I'm lookin' at yo calendar, nigga, what's next?
It's empty, there's nothin' on the schedule
You
Baby Grizz' JAY-Z 'cause he bang B
Call HorseTheOne Russell Wilson 'cause he bang C (that's cuz)
We them niggas in the city that be floatin' (real
dem racks
Y'all niggas ain't toting no straps
Y'all niggas don't want no war
Y'all niggas don't want my goons
Came around by your front door
But that
niggas
Close one and aim, Fetty Wap's eye to you niggas
Ain't it a shame? (Ain't it a shame, it a shame, oh, no)
Another lost one runnin' again
(You
Understand? But it's how I retaliate which
Defines who I am
Jay-Z, ain't nothing dead or alive playing me
I take beef to the grave
That's how my momma raised me
way that I'm letting you win
Half of these rappers shady they never phase me
I ain't here making no friends
Lately, I'm feeling like jay z cause my aim
it) (Yeah)
And if you start Something you better finish
(Yeah) Jay- Z say the way is Mind your business nigga (Yeah)
Trey Day, Nuski
I done lost real day ones playin' in these yellow lines, you hear me?
I'm the biggest, ain't no CEO or OG over me, nigga, I'm CEO
the streets they be dying by a gun
Rip all the niggas aint breathing
Pour the liq on the floor ion need it
Miss my niggas on god best believe it
6 ft under
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