Lyrics:
ya later bae
Catch you in 20 minutes
Imma be on stage yeah
Don't know what think,
I'm only here to rage
They put something in this dope
It was
got him really nerfed
Rolling with the same Dirty Bloods he met up by the church
Ten years later well on his way to the glory
But the man above made him
4, 3, 2, 1
[redman] hahh [method] hah
[method] yeah [redman] yeahhh
[ll cool j] make it butter
[redman] I'm gonna bankhead bounce!
[ll cool j] no
know i got that work by the bundle
catch me wit a quarter piece
somethin from the middle east
show em' the decator streets
laid back in these ostrich
know i got that work by the bundle
catch me wit a quarter piece
somethin from the middle east
show em' the decator streets
laid back in these ostrich
by the name of Rihanna with me
Straight from Barbados, give 'em that flavor baby girl
Let's go
You were there for me when I needed you when my
of the maniac dressed in black carry round a strap
Kid you play me too close (slow down and catch a cap, POW!!)
Cause I don't play games, an outlaw like Jesse
It might sound sick, it might be petty
But ya never been sucked by Blowjob Betty!
Biatch!
Yeah hoe, y'all niggas don't know though, that's it
hit my first J
see my parents were hippies I was delivered at home
to relax during labor mom lit up a bone
so when it comes to getting high ya'll I'm
I'm still young but distinguished
Think you flame see ya blaze get extinguished
You wanna spar by the bar with a linguist
You gon face an Arsenal like
the middle of the shoot out
I survived, not surprising' death couldn't hold me back
Alpha stocks, I keep rising.... yo C. Laney
Catch ya lying, yo C. Laney,
to the bitch who's the dopest butterflyer
I'll make her break it down like she patra when i catch ya
Broadway is on the tables
While i throw these lyrica atcha
Feel like Juicy J when she Slobbin On My Knob Yup
Lots of different tops this time her hair in bob Yup
She said do you like it “I said baby Oh my god”
dont play
They know im bought to bubble
Take off space shuttle
Ya seein me now just look at me later
Baby i know you hater
I aint tryna penetrate ya
Im
nature
Got that daily bread I ain't even need a Baker
Faith on stacks, all I read on paper
UH
mustard seed, that's all it takes ya
Prayer and fasting is my
by the name of Rihanna with me
Straight from Barbados, give 'em that flavor baby girl
Let's go
You were there for me when I needed you when my
to ride a dick
Then eat it up
Yeah super head
Won't leave a nut
No panties
Known freaky sl*t
Skeet it in her teeth
And stuff
Call me M.J. way I slid
nah we don't do that tusslin
If I see ya bitch then I'm shootin Like J.J
Niggas wear Off-White shoes on a off day
Yeah I'm feelin good every day is
to the flo', time to get this bitch hype
Niggaz in the place, all up in my face
Somebody touch my ass I might have to catch a case
Don't let the face fool ya
get them all together kill em all call that a killstreak ugh
Call of Duty absolutely I see juicy booties gettin groovy time
To do the boogie woogie grab
be calling
I be saying I don’t know
I’m a different type a nigga
I just wanna keep my soul
Everyday I’m by myself
And yes I’m chilling on the low
I
maker
I got one more night till the end yeah
So high I’m off the radar
Spaced out I’ll talk to ya later
Feet ache from chasing paper
Rest in peace this
it a one-night stand
I'm standing in the club like Work That Girl
Bounce it up and down, now twerk That Girl
Maybe, later on you let me Murk That Girl
Woah, tats on my face I will never have a desk job
But I just got promoted by ya bitch, I got the head job
She ain't Jeff Bezos but I swear she got
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