Lyrics:
then I turnt GPS on
Niggas be hatin I be like what he on
Cook up real shit got some shit you can feed on
They head be boppin as soon as the beat on
I
to the...
To humans, and human nature and all that shit
There's like a billion answers to every question
Mm-hmm
Because... we're all different and individuals
man, I ain't tryna stop ya
[Chorus: ]
(Shine), from my head down to my shoes
(Shine), skiiiiirtin' on twenty-two's
(Shine), check my baby mama
man, I ain't tryna stop ya
[Chorus: ]
(Shine), from my head down to my shoes
(Shine), skiiiiirtin' on twenty-two's
(Shine), check my baby mama
LOVE THAT K SOUND , TRAUMATIZED BY ALL THIS SHIT SO I WONT PLAY ROUND , BRING YA LIL
BITCH SOMEWHERE AND HIT HER FACE DOWN , SHOOTA WIT ME CLUTCHING MAKE
shake ya bum when the shit hit
Used to suck her thumb now she numb from the sniff sniff
Face light up like the plug when a brick flip
Collect funds make
of a real master
If you don't bow down now you'll get plowed down now
You know, like POW
Fuck around, lay around, do or die (Repeat x3)
So fuck
battles, Glu’? True
I share the narratives
‘Cause I’m fatigued, too- nigga
The difference is I’m wearin’ ‘em!
It’s soldier shit
Fold ya shit, left to leak
to the world, this my offering
I'm a helper, putting shit in the cellars
If you need it
Then I got it what the fuck can I tell ya'?
Lil B, yeah and I got you
mess up a life
cnd head of a critique
If I lived in era the time when Indians
Worked for couple of British we would have been
Given the country a lil
where you goin' to?)
Came for the crown on the head of a G.O.A.T
(Exactly, nigga, roll that shit up then)
Half of an ounce in the pouch of my coat
I
now come on
Shit and dope stacks
Right in front the liquor store
Hennessy, lil me
Me you know they flipped the raw
My Dipset, oh yeah they bout it
16
time.
We boys in da hood and nigga you Lil' Trey,
Suppress ya appetite, we takin ya lil' tray.
Love my handgun but my choppa still da shit,
Banned in
and these bullets aint gots no names
and these niggas in my hood wanta live like John Wayne
you got your gat, we got our gats
and we can end this shit in some
head bussas,
We'll knock a hata out, we some head bussas
I speak my mind, 'cause bitin' my tongue hurt
Murder yo ass and lyrics and put ya face
out
(Yeah, yeah)
I got 3 rings dripping on yo baby momma couch
For $2500 that shit no longer a blouse
(Bow, Bow)
Yo soy el jefe n**** dont u
GRRRRRRRRRR
Bow bow bow bow
We on some drill shit you hurd yurrrrrr
I ride wit the shits got a couple niggas to
Empty a couple clips ya bitch say she
homies walk free and I ain't talking bout the crash
Hold on, now we speaking on some other shit hunnid clip
Real dirty dirty gutter gutter shit
Riding with
be a murder scene
I’m turning Pink Friday to Friday the 13th
Aight you Lil Kim clone clown
all this buffoonery, the shit stops now
time for you to lay
[Verse 1: Lil' Wayne]
Nigga it's, be-M, J-are, Weezy baby
Tryna see him, naw, he need to even eighty (shut yo chips up)
And, I ain't speakin G's, I'm
ya momma (momma)
Repeat 1
[Wayne]
It's Cash Money youngest nigga
Right around ten figgas
That's what I (uh) work with
Pockets are (uh) perkin'
Money
like Rule?
Sidearm, barrel ta mouth ta blow ya head out through tha south,
An' let 'Lil J get ta airin' ya out.
An' if there's any change left I toss ya
and ya rather fake
Clone babies to eat to dinner, then to either
A cheap place like either a Denny's or Spencer's
But nothing too exquisite
Cos if you keep
ya from ear ta ear
Bgeezy is one of the hottest niggaz in the pad
Get outta line with me and I'll leave ya shit flat
Clickin' and clackin' blacka
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