Lyrics:
same way that I laid up
Time to shape up
Prayed up, keep my faith up
Till I reach the finish line homey I ain’t gave up
Some will try some will fail
I
say something I don't codone Then homey pardon my back yeah Yeah
Go head talk your s****
Let that nigha breathe
Go head talk your s****
Let that nigha
a vision
Or was it mental health
Just the state of my condition
What's love when you live this lonely
Who's your bro if you haven't got a homey
Why have
Двигай на район
ролим бланты щас на нем
мои люди будто Homey
Они курят в унисон
Прыгай на диван
курим много это план
давай двигай тут капкан
называй
I got too much sauce, call it salsa
Got too much sauce, call it dip
I'm too much, homey imma problem
I got the sauce yeah, I got the Drip
I got too
girl's sedan
Or my homey's jeep
Making sure it's clean
So when customs creep & search
They'd never find
All the contraband
In da boxer briefs
And panties
color homey da clown I don't play round
From the sewer side where they commit suicide fuck with me
Find your body in the sewer homicide
That nigga
don't need your connect already got the Bluetooth
Keep a full bag hunits in it blue too
Homewood to Beverly Hills homey just a new view
Only has hustles
be hypnotized by the visuals that please the eyes
I'm trying to ease the lies hastily out your mind
What I mean when I talk jewels homey
Wisdom more
mommas pain
I miss thee old days
Oti the homey
All the bros know me
Real shit real shit aye
Real shit real shit aye
I make no mistake
I'm tryna get paid
ass, nigga
Used to be my homey, used to be my ace
Now I wanna slap the taste out yo mouth
Make you bow down to the row
Fuckin' me, now I'm fuckin' you,
to pull your card
Argue all day lil homey you on WorldStar
I'm a put 'em on
Worldstar
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Why didn't you listen to me
Don't be the next
the reason why these niggas wanna hate
Couple gold chains on me dangling
We can take it there homey don't mean a thing
I know you heard about me I make her
shoes I'm telling you
I spit that delectable and rip shots let a few exit through
You think you know me, you don't know me
Homey, I let the chopper loose
big homey showed me fire
Started chasin tha flames
I did what I needed to
Now I'm kallin tha plays
I got tha black hoodie on me so it's aktive
Even wit
(Hook 2x)
Downy they done cut you out the loop macaroni if you’re bucking they gone shoot ain’t no homey’s
They gone buck you out the loot like
It’s just another day in the city
Homey hustling to get paid ‘fore the weekend
Where the cash at, where the cash at
You know you bound to find it
stick
Dirt up on my name like its so amusing
Pay attention this ain’t checkers homey
Fuck you good then leave you dryer than that
Desert homey
Its
huh yeah, bloodstone the street preacher
wit da homey A.D., west coast G.
I DONT CARE WHAT YOU HEARD ABOUT
BUT YOU CANT GET A DOLLAR OUTTA
Ihr dachtet es wär vorbei jetzt
Doch ich fang grad erst an
Du möchtest sechszehn, frag erst an, homey
Ich spit' dieses Fire
Mit Whiskey noch higher
сделать должны денег больше пока кто-то пи*дит.
Мой Homey, он Tpippy
Твои Homey типы
Мы просто вас слили
Учти Fuck you pay me
Мой Homey, он Tpippy
Твои
focused
This for all them times we stayed broken
You too fine to stay lonely
You brought friends I got homeys
You top ten I'm one only
No bad vibes fun only
complaining that its sore. Told her just be happy the nigga that she chose. I’m a clean homey, dirty looking jeans but i look clean homey. Niggas running mouths
whip
Me and my homey’s go fool let the tools spit
And every time we pulling up we got a new whip
Got your girl real wet talking pool drips
Wit 8
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