Lyrics:
to bed with the condom on
2 bitches by ma side
under ma pillow is gun
Ya niggaz can't test me
Ya know i'm tough
Andrew Awadey ma nigga got to take off
finished
Last name Doe bitch
First name John
By the time the Law
Get the call
I'll be gone
Last name Doe bitch
First name John
First name John
Last name Doe
passionate point across
Like a hood cat clappin' his hands when he talkin'
Now that I got your attention, I feel I should really mention
Don't come around
neck, I'm loving the gold
(I'm loving the gold) i gotta go
I get the hunnids, I never get fold
(I never get fold) i gotta go
I get the hunnids, I never
Bling blouw
Doja by the pound
Nevamind beef
I'll bring the whole cow
I'm just, profound
Make my mama proud
Know she lookin down
I keep tryna make her
that's another (Yeah)
I can't even cook, I eat ramens (Yeah)
I can't even talk to my brothers (Yeah)
I hope I'll get better anytime soon
I'll start by
know
I don't even need stars in the night
I found my treasure
All I need is you by my side
So shine forever
Gold, I know you're gold
Oh I know you're
fresh fade
Bitches thought that I was Nas
Lord please forgive me, I'm a sinner
Sweat suit's
Gold ropes swinging like a 80s dope dealer
Trust me, I get
stacking it all. Right now - tomorrow at saint andrews, downtown detroit. I got my boy jovie da don, q beezy. I got rizzo on the track for adbit razors. Get
the edge
To do some shit like that?
The green and gold
I done filled my lungs up with so much of this crack smoke
My neck's bloated, my TEC's loaded,
Brand new Rick Owens, this ain't made in Italy
I pull up doley and niggas get jittery
They try to get at me, that shit don't get to me
She say she hate
slipped
The Mac is cuttin records and punks are gettin ripped
Gangster I am, bust the lyrics like a drive-by
You wanna sleep? Well, it's lights out,
Flippin' mad pies, low price, I blow dice and throw them
.45 by my scrotum, manifest the Do or Die slogan
My niggas roll in ten M3's
Twenty Gods poppin'
benefits
Forty-pointers on my wrist, forty pointers on how to get rich
All summer, Jackie Joyner hope I run into a check
Fuck around a bail, only know I
Lambo doors, she ain't ever seen before
Top floor in condos
Pull up wearin' red rose gold
Pourin' lean by the 4, bad bitches at my show
Turn up, turn
Got a hair trigger on me, waitin to let loose
Gold egg, laid by models, y'all tail spin like goose
I'm the headline, I run the news
And I'd choose
don't want to worry you
or wake you in the morning
just so there’s no surprises
when you get out, and I'm not around
see you soon
Was an hour late
don't want to worry you
or wake you in the morning
just so there’s no surprises
when you get out, and I'm not around
see you soon
Was an hour late
Trying to get up to come down
Got that playa shit by the pound
The gold with the lacs and the crown
Make it where them hoes come around
Trying
off
ah man
So I got to hit them
With the sawed off
Bang bang
Gold around my neck gold around my wrist
Yeah I wanna get filthy
Roll around your town
on
Antisocial ass nigga I like smoking alone
If you ain't stepping wit me
Ima step by myself then
Andrew Jackson and Ben Franklin my best friend
Snakes in
Nigga back up (back up) back up (back up)
'Fore you get your punk-ass smoked
I'm back by popular demand and so
All black interior on the cherry red
the boogeyman comin' to get ya
Put on a show for you cats, Andrew Lloyd Webber
Of course I couldn't care less if you layin' in a pine box
With a pioneer
know I got to speak on
The blood
The sweat
The work
From me
The land
The oil
The fruit
The trees
The gold
The water
My culture
My speech
Cost me a lot
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