Lyrics:
meet my father
Granddaddy woulda said boy be smarter
While on round 2 of 2 shooters and gin and tonic
Can’t tell me I wasn’t a baller
I was in the game
back
Me, Bean, Jay, shit you can't front that
Weed, coke, dope, Bleek nigga pump that
Stay in the game for my beef, I tote up
Sit blow in
the box, beat sticks
Four by four, fresh out the tank
Call me Santan, cah, I'm fresh out the bank
Sheep skin coat, fresh out the lamb
Dvla, fresh out
'Till they Googled me and found that Imeem
They love a dooder, they love me I mean
I can't believe how I had
A dream of Martin King
But they ain't takin'
That boy got lined by a bitch
The same one saying he rides with a stick, huh
Gotta tighten up a bit
Man, it's still war, you can't get out the mix, huh
see me trying to boogie but that don't mean i can't
I came up in the club with a pistol in my pants pants pants
When we step up in the club
You know we
It's crazy, I never want this feeling to end.
This is what it means to be friends
Only when I'm hanging with you
Oh I cant stop dreaming cause,
Its
been way too high but I won't crash the v
Smokin' all this pack in the back seat
Yeah, but this s*** ain't nun 2 me
N***** can't be tough I got the gun
Was this in them trees
These are the things
They held me vision
Seein' more things
Me and DJ Paul
We got the hook off
We gon' stee
We gon' play
pushing
Tryna hit me some licks
What a player gotta do
To get thrown in the mix
I walked in the club with my new CD
Work mode I ain't tripping, no who see
I guess it Lil' Peter
From T-town to Atlanta all the way to Savannah to Alabama
I be damn a club ain't crunk in this manner
I can't stand a weak
stop
UAC, yo, we gotta be the sure shot
Now periodically I would see
Ol' girl at the clubs, and at the house parties
She didn't have a body, but
stop
UAC, yo, we gotta be the sure shot
Now periodically I would see
Ol' girl at the clubs, and at the house parties
She didn't have a body, but
I'm lost in the mix
Young nigga came from the bricks, came from the sticks
Can't tell me shit, look what I did, look what I built
Gotta keep it hunnid
the club bitch, I don't give a fuck
Drinkin' cris in the v.i., I don't give a fuck
Talkin' shit 'bout me, bitch I don't give a fuck
You gotta pocket full
to eat but these niggaz rather see me bleed
Believe
I'mma cock my shit
Leave ya dome smoking if ya
Try to stop my mix
In the zone posted so I
Gotta
feels like heaven
They calling me the dude no Devin it's for my sevens
I'ma ride if I'm summoned, I abide by nothin'
I'm my own damn boss, I can put
caught in the mix
Got that fresh gear on like we caught in the flicks
Grab sweeties by the waistline, rubbing our shit
Come on tell me that you like my
Madelyn Cline
YSL and it drip with the slime
Ice cold, got me feeling divine
AP but it's not for the time (Not for the time, not for the time)
In the club
know what you want
I be having theories
In the, club
Siri, can you check my, levels
Blood
By my side the light will stay on
I can't come, come inside
right now with a dime sack
Now, come see where I'm at, stop where the pimp and hoes flash
Cause, if you can't watch yah self, your body get snatch
I'm
him with the balls
Hit him with these bars and then watch him fall
Nigga, I do it all
Don't even stop it
Tryin' to do what I do
You can't even cop it
a wish
Let you ride and then you can switch
Break your back your heart I can I fix
Me and you's a deadly mix that’s why
No I can’t stop loving you
link
Holy smoke pon de bass mix
(tell em, tell em, tell em)
Never know tell me go, oh-wayyy ohh
Yo Kali, serve his head like Chef
All de massive in de
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