Lyrics:
a bag
Take it to the hood, I bet it go fast
[Hook - 2x]
[Desperado]
I take razors to the plate, chop up the yay
Till they call the corner store,
"This is the operator with a collect call from, Emery Jones
To accept the charges press one, now"
Emery what up
Told you I ain't too good with
Till the dinner plate's spotless
Slurping' liquid happy citizen enhancer
I got this slicky sycamore handshake
That mimics digit splinter entry
Thereby
tellin'
You caught your own charge, do your own time
At the wrong place at the wrong time
Caught another case but ain't got the cake
To bail out so you
airlines, pimp, I got some down ass bitches
Broads wit' them credit cards
Make her listen, let her charge
Flat TVs and some tiles for my momma car
plate, you buying fake weight
The next state, contemplate and score jake hesus
Conduce, claim bishop in juice, bloody up your goose
Now who screamed for
how to fly the fuck out you know
I told em it's gone be a big year
It's a lot of shit on my plate
This what you want
Okay or okaay haha
Yeah
Taylor gang
of massage, hands on
niggas gon hate, hoes wanna menage
cops fuck wit me hopin to get a charge
hoes leaving their man, fuckin us cause our cars
if its one thing
in your shell about a dozen
You never see bank like Frank White
Your hand clutchin, your chest-plate contemplate
You 'bout to die, nigga wait, keep yo'
you
You beat around the bush like four play
And they anticipatin' me like a court date
So for the bars I'm a charge like the court say
And if the court
Jay, so get away okay?
Gainin'weight, I ate the whole plate today
Never rate the great, I go state to state
Just peep and keep but don't sleep or weep
I just looked at your bitch and got eye fucked
Who the fuck wanna race? Put your money up
All you see is license plates, far in front of you
I gave
backwards for, "Fuck them damn niggas"
Buck them damn triggers
You charge us, bodies fill up them damn rivers
'Cause everybody wanna be the best rapper
the streets think
Im the youngest in charge pimp too
Leave the club with a truck full of broads
And if it's on then im crushing them all
You niggas prolly right
slow
Hustlers fly straight like
Frank feared Scarface
From the Glock, the lead waste
Diggin' out your chest plate up straight
Trimmin' you from your
chef mami used to sell plates
We used to sell base
I learned to wipe my nose and wipe
The prints off the shell case
Don't want no jail case
Freedom miles
with my bars
Ask about me the streets think
I'm the youngest in charge pimp too
Leave the club with a truck full of broads
And if it's on then I'm
ballin', triple double, James Harden
Shit goin' on 'round the way
Got Moms callin'
My man fresh home from a body
Dropped all charges
Told his girl that he
plate
Appetite for destruction this shit is like a buffet hey hey hey
Hold it now hold it now hold it now
This ain't your moment we own it now
You
to see you (no)
Everybody, they been changing now
Now you see what the cheese do (yeah)
I understand, charge it to the game
Everybody wanna feast too
paper plates, 'cause we barbacuin'
In a funky situation that's how we do it
[Chorus]
Situation, baby it seems I'm in a situation again
I fuckin'
$5,000 a plate
No doubt, kid, I hit them niggas like a bid
The prosecutor, runnin' up in your crib
Do your dirt, I do my dirt all by my lonely
It's
hometown
Sense of humor from your dad
Get your green eyes from your mother
God knows you can't buy that
They'll charge you for your 6-pack
But your
Can’t let no nigga take no food off my plate
I got drink
But I wouldn’t dare pour ah fore nor eight
My problems ain’t that deep
All last week I was
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