Lyrics:
ain't take my last name
I tried hard to move past things
Came home, made shit change
Had to make a hard decision, let you go, it's time to do what's
p-p-pump, pump it up
We gon' do it like mm, mm, mm
Look, pump it up if you came to get it crunk
With a dame and she done drunk
You came to get it
me baby, I'ma make you love me baby
(P.Diddy)(Biggie)
It's 10 years and we still runnin this motherfucker - yeah!
(one) As we proceed
to give you
me baby, I'ma make you love me baby
(P.Diddy)(Biggie)
It's 10 years and we still runnin this motherfucker - yeah!
(one) As we proceed
to give you
The money that I see, it make you choke
(Make you choke)
Left, right, ambidextrous with the stroke
(Woo) same dress type
'cause your body like a Coke (Coca
you're dead
Homie
It's your mother, your uncle and brother
If God was a Loc
He'd probably had one comin'
Damn, that's fucked up, I guess it is
When you
we on the scoreboard, winners, (Ya)
Get on my knees with God that's why I'm having peace with God (God)
Problem solver, so your issue you can leave
You the shit say it! You
Don't have to be humble
Be like Ray J "I'm tired of being humble"
I'm not a cocky person by nature
Scaff, be cocky for her!
lyrical
Basically I tell true lies in general, the yin and the yang
The player with a trillion years of game
[God]
He got you sellin your spiritual, for
there's a lot of tings we can’t agree on
You got a big tune, put me on
I’m on a showerman ting, what's he on?
Come to your house in a Ford Orion
Draw for
We're real soldiers we'll be there when the homies call
Master P:
This Ghetto Got Me trapped
And homies I feel your pain
See these
seen your sexy walk on the Pharcyde
So don't be "Passin' Me By"
I'm a nigga with peas and I ain't stingy with the trees
We could be some freaks and both
(havin')
Been having niggas on go (havin')
For real (woop) ask about it
I’ma put on for my city (North)
You gon’ put on for these bitches
Young nigga I came
the Christ
I've been renewed like I met Him twice
Call that some seconds
I'm ordering Heaven
Yeah we give You reverence
Your word is our weapon
This meal is
[Verse 1: Quavo]
I’ma put on for my city
You gon’ put on for these bitches
Young nigga I came from nothing
And now I’m at parties with Diddy
See at first
P-I-M-P
I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a motherfucking
Let these words be your Earth and moon, you consume every message
As I lead this army, make room for mistakes and depression
And with that being said,
niggas
Who the fuck said we friends mayday!
Came in this mother fucker by myself
When I leave I'mma take some more niggas
Am allergic to them broke niggas
you,
but don't you see, i mean,
it's a fact that by through your behaviour,
i think it's okay, but for a lot of people,
through your behaviour, to get
of the bathroom
Makin' it worse, blamin' you for the pain hurtin' me
We need God urgently
Lately I've workin' your feelings while on my workin' spree
Lately
Dessy be that suspect for subjects for all the records
Set in for all the records, I spit in a split of seconds
So you can't reckon that I wasn't
and runnin', we came up from the basement
This what you all been waitin' for, ain't it?
Rap game owe me, I been waitin' for the payment
All these little
Through a Gucci bag or something
Time is the only luxury it’s the only
Thing you can’t get back if
You lose your luggage – I’m not
Gonna say the obvious
"Gnarly" (ooh)
Stop lookin' over here, can't get in the V.I.p
Wanna put the molly all up on your lips
Got a nice ass, got some nice hips
Wanna hop up in
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