Lyrics:
Yo, yo, yo
From the heart of Medina to the head of Fort Greene
Now I see everything
Niggas who sling
Shaolin' cats thrown inside a bing
ass
What a year but I still made cash
I sang a lot and I got two cats
But I'm not bitch made I'll kick your ass
That's all folks
My name is Renaldo
They
trying hard to fucking wife me in it
Rhyming rhythms, timing with it
I just be ridin' missions
Got my vision set in the way I Invision
Pussy boy he's a cat
years not dare would I
Pull a Pharcyde, let you pass me by (uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh)
Nothin' like your last guy, he too square for you
He don't smack that
Twenty Five, twenty five and I'm still alive
Based on all the lies seven years ago I should've died or been locked away
With no escape, so still I
better believe this bitch is a g
Ten toes down
Nine in the Berkin
Credit eight, ya'll hungry I'm certain
Seven countries one year no twerkin
Bein fine
Must have been the devil in disguise
I can tell by the red in her eyes
Nice try don’t lie
I can see right through you
It must have been the bitch ass
blast one by his eardrum
Piss run, you drop thinking you shot
Screaming like a bitch, kicks to your face
Shots to the body that shake like the bass
blast one by his eardrum
Piss run, you drop thinking you shot
Screaming like a bitch, kicks to your face
Shots to the body that shake like the bass
the trunk make the steering wheel shake
Trap nigga turn a 7 to a whole 28
Kept runnin out had to up my weight
Imma big dog in this bitch Great Dane
Ride for
know the name"
"Tell us, and you could be home today"
At 7pm, I said "no" to Jakes
If that was you, you'd be home by eight
If that was you, you would'a
It puts what you did wrong in the distance by foggin your senses
I harbor resentment for bandwagons, and tailgaters
Braggart cats who ain't graduate
ain’t talking to heaven I’m talking 7+2 followed by an 11
Birthday the day before feeling not too pleasant
Jog it back to relevance flow deadly with this
I'ma put it on yo' lips
Freak bitch, pussy weigh seven licks
I need a drug dealer dick up in my ribs
Hood bitch with some hood rat puss
Hood bitch with
years, gun hold never scary
Next time you see him he'll
Be in the obituary
Shorter that February, valentine ass nigga
If I got a CAT scan see dollar signs
and grand slam em
Cause they were fishy like salmon
Meaning your wife is married to real bitch
Or you should get your gown on
Until the last surviving human
the span of ten years
Bitch I'm ten times two on a scale of one to ten
I'll battle ten crews with the strength of ten men
At nine, I was into crime,
Leach
Richer than a Twinkie, I got so much cash
That to me Paris Hilton is poor white trash
I take forty-seven weeks of vacation a year
If people piss me
shit
But my ride or die bitch
Yeah we mobbin' like a clique
By my side in the whip
Lookin' fly
Feelin' crisp
Wind flowin' through the whisk-ers
When I
Kat. Heh, get that?
Cop Cris' by the six-pack, Range Rov?' Dot six that
Benz Coupe, drop six that
Buggy eye seven come out? Shit, took the six back
On the couch, I can't hit it on my mattress
(My mattress)
Though she was a singer or a actress
Lil' bitch (Bitch) shut the fuck up
I got hundreds by the bundle
And I'm angry at this bitch
She called the fucking cops
Now I'm married to a snitch
It fucking hurts
But Divorce is in the works
I'd rather be single
Than
given up the kitty (Meow)
Fucked yo bitch it’s jus’ a quickie (skrrrt)
She hit high notes like Whitney (Houston)
I fucked yo bitch but i hadda bust fast
Now when the beat starts rocking getcha stepping on,
(You know now that the cat is out of the bag what can you do)
(Meow)
Back on my grind,
Patek for
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