Lyrics:
Yeah, the Baby Killa's back up in this motherfucka...
Straight from tha grave,
It gets so deep right under the Garden Blocc...
Oh, me? Ya can
(Brotha Lynch Hung)
My peoples... My peoples
We must maintain G- Status
(Singing)
Thinking about living with out you
(Brotha Lynch Hung)
the lynch pin of love is trust
An taught me monogomy is uh, monogamous
Plus, for you dinner by candlelight
Now don't commit before you sure you
of Onegin invented by Pushkin
Sure, and
Now we know each other’s names
Hey
You’re three days
older than me and
There are no obstacles left between us
I mean
Sittin' back, got ya mama sittin' in a Benz (Lord)
Make you damn near wanna cry
Low 95, stack money like homicide
Blood shed after midnight
It's just me
free?
Paid by society
And I know you don't care about me
Yo, Ziggy, check this out!
It's kinda strange how the same things're happening
Over and over
bitches walk by
If you let 'em pussy printing through they denim
Take her for a ride 'round the block, let her enjoy the whip
Drop her off, let her walk
in here with drip
Ride da wave you might drown
It's gunna be a good night
It's gunna be a good night
I am a Zoe
Could steal my swag
Can't steal
tight, it's serious
("It's the militia") ("It's the real")
Let's see if you can rap and step with this production
I never left, plus I kept me
Distracted by a big ass in leggings or some shorts
College that's maybe
Keep on having babies
Jesus save me nigga you talking crazy
Why beat a nigga burn
Time is money (mula) Mind is funny (yes)
Trust me she lying if she denying she love me (deny)
Make up ya mind you been on and off (Ross)
Platinum
big, they swang
Got the vvs, Yung Chris is my name
It's ya boy Ross, I keep the lions tame
You know what's up, we always changing the game
Money or fame,
track is far too fire for to not set it off
I can smoke anything you can give me
And eat up every bar
While they pass through my kidneys
This all goes
If you like hearing yuppies whining all night
Can't stand Twin Peaks
Wish they'd lynch those donut-eatin' freaks
Those Siskel and Ebert bums
I had a dream I was riding in a Maybach, Ross right beside me with His feet laid back
And then I woke up in a Toyota Corolla, I gotta get my dough
Ross lynch
I'm chilling w your girl watching lilo and stitch
Me despido w this verse cus I'm about to fuck yo bitch.
Boutta fuck yo bitch
We return her
gettin fat in these Amiris call them Rick Ross
I swear I wanna kiss you when you puttin' on your lip gloss
I know your ex is mad you with me but that's his
eat it on my psycho
You could beat it like you Micheal
I want my cut like lypo
Feel cheated on like ?
By Tiger and them white hoes
I'm sickning, lick me
drop-Vette, Caddy
Bitches don't call me by my name they call me daddy
Say that you got it all
Love the way you players ball
Everyday you're at the mall
drop-Vette, Caddy
Bitches don't call me by my name they call me daddy
Say that you got it all
Love the way you players ball
Everyday you're at the mall
what he dreaming of, nigga thats cheeks. Free them like Meek I need them on me wsup. I need that ass nigga aint no other way to get the point across. U
"Makin' The Band" (band)
Johnny ordered my watch (watch)
And he makin' the band (yeah)
I be changin' it up (up)
Ain't no changin' me what (what)
You lil'
at individuals, huh, I despise muthafuckas like you
So it ain't no love for me judgin' you, watcha gon' do?
Take it to another court room?
And that's the first
the mall, you get your shit from ross
Pull up to the party
Swerving in the rarri
It's getting kinda gnarly
All the bitches look like barbies
I don't even know
.png/203px-Ross_Lynch_2_(cropped).png "Ross Lynch")
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