Lyrics:
you fuck with the opps
Lil thot on my dick and she making it bop
Come on with that pressure, nigga I ain't gone stop
Running through your city and I'm
definitely no one, I'm one of one
And I musta won that from anybody who had it or better yet forgot it
Mack in the back of a 'Lac with a mac in the back
one minute to bounce, and every second counts
I went from hustling dicks, to making hits, busting flicks
Now I'm sure to be rich for '96
I pull my
Too $hort, I'm In the House like that
Shorty the Pimp, was Born to Mack
And I don't stop rapping, one thing I never do
Is stop making this funky-ass
nothing but benjamins
And yes indeed we getting it in Best believe we finna win
I'm bout I'm bout money
Small faces and blue notes I done run up a couple
the vision got me bobbin and weavin
I’m the realest nigga to ever do it and you better believe it
She said she fuckin want this dick but I know that she need
Yeah
That was loud
Mm
Yeah
Ay
Dick in his cock, double dock him
I just got my ass fucked by some hot men
Five men all up in my butt, gettin' violent
a porno the other day with two black guys
Dicks were so long I couldn't believe my eyes
To take that up the ass you'd have to be quite the slut
I squirm
Overthinking time spent
When I’m gettin high and all alone i get in my head
When I’m gettin fly and dressing up it goes to my head
Dick gon split her spine i
Making money
Wake up to the hustle
Cause my mind is on
Making money
20 50 Hunnids
All my people
Making money
Only messing with them dimes
Making
Kicking my feet up they think I'm Ronaldo
They wouldn't pick up the phone when I call though
It's ok I done found me a way and I'm making progress day by
(Lost mix me up)
(Mama Zack making beats again)
A young nigga, my mind was twisted since a young nigga
No one knew the way I felt I'm by my lonely
Can feel her in the atmosphere
I'm tryna focus but it seems
The devil steady tryna talk in my ear
And making it clear
But I'm gonna go get my bands up
cnd by bread
I mean dough
Got the energy flow
Rising high
I'm pain proof
Hate be helping me grow
But doubt be making it snow
Rain above, down below
On god I go hard
If you say the wrong thing I'ma catch a charge
Keep a bag on deck with a stick in the car
If she talking good dick I'm the best by
to kiss you in neck
Come correct to make a sweat
It’s making us wet say my name, say my name
Positions we change
I ain’t joking girl, I’m stroking
I ain’t
a tip, ay, suck my dick, bitch
I'm making moves, making moves, making moves
Bust a move, I'm chasing bands in hot pursuit
I'm making moves, making moves,
this shit again
This shit is bloody breaking my heart shaking my soul
Can't believe my self was taking a lot of my dough to deceive my health
Making her
in this bitch
And you don't gotta like it but get off my dick
The world going mad over one drug
I'm filling up a bag at the gun club
In
it and swallow it
I'm Lil Weezy for sheezy, I'm off the heezy, believe me
See me, I squeeze in between it, and then I leave it so greasy
When I come
tender dicks
A real nigga never give you shit Biotch
Born and raised in the motherfucking projects ho
Getting money by at the pak Jam by the back
I'm surrounded by my friends
Random ends on some staircase
So much for a first date
I just had a show
And I asked if she could meet me after
Maybe
like my boulevard
Then I'm making a ten at least
I ain't movin' the feeling him on her knees
Don't know why these niggas think
They fuckin' with me
I
these motherfuckers expect shit from
I can't believe im alive
I can't believe i even try
Facing my mistakes its taking everything from me
All these
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