Lyrics:
crashing out and lashing out Just cuz they move like that
No picking and choosing keep the lil rumors
That's why I move like that
That's why I move like that
rob by myself
Se opp, hot pot, then, I step
Bet you been miserable since I left
No, no, you can't have my wealth
Louis V, all-white belt
I snatch
Gucci with fake ass leather
I mix pills with the drank make it taste a lil better
Mark his ass like some paint when we spin he get wet up
In the stu ima
I'mma die by the trigger
Die by the trigger, Die by the trigger, Die by the trigger
Now yall gon miss me (If I let lil woedee kill me)
Now yall gon miss
/ it's seems am cultivated by the blessing's I confess/ well after all this stressing keep yah essence in the power in the people we address /don't
a hoe?
I'm Dr. Real Phil, I'm here to help you let go
It ain't hard to keep it real!
It ain't hard to keep it real!
It ain't hard to keep it real!
Matter
YeaH NO MORE FAKE SHYT! We Gon Keep iT ReaL No More Fake ShyT ALWAYS KEEP IT REAL No More Fake ShyT! keep it ReaL No More FaKe ShyT! Keep It ReaL No More
Right about now
You are about to be possessed
By the sounds of
MC Rob Base and DJ E-Z Rock
Hit it!
It takes two to make a thing go right
It
Right about now
You are about to be possessed
By the sounds of
MC Rob Base and DJ E-Z Rock
Hit it!
It takes two to make a thing go right
It
Mentally ill, please someone call a docta'
911 it's emergency go get a docta'
You don't know by now boy they call me Waka Flocka
Gotta bad habbit
quicker
Goin' down by the second round
All hail the underground
How that sound? Xzibit backin'
Down from a conflict
Nothin' but nonsense and terrorists
Keep
leave the scene
Until his soul dropping
I just lost my mind, so put me on topic
They just shot my lil' brother
So it's time to double back
I can't fumble
on shit nigga we been did it
Trip to the 6 yo bitch she wit it
How you still broke i just dont get it
Tryna rob me pussy is you kidden
EA sports in da game
none
That AR real hot and you know it's gon burn you
Talking that hot shit well niggas ain't heard you
Fuck on yo bitch and I smell like straight
get killed
She just turned 18 but Lil momma bout it
She been stripping since a teeny bopper and she got it
She was raided by some real ones
Watch yo
imagine you rob a nigga for a mill
Ion see me signin no deal
Fucked niggas ho's years ago in school forgot dey hate me still
I jus hope you keep it real
BiBi DA KiNG BABY
Bibi is it true that you rob these niggas
Yea i double back down by robbing these niggas
Never gave a fuck might just pop me
ein Magazin
Auf dein Magazin, sag mal, wer is real?
Wir sind wieder da, Leute lutschen hart
Titelseite Magazin, Köpfe gut von Haze
Köpfe den Bombay
a walking contradiction
Living fiction
That's depicted by
Mental restrictions (that's not real)
When ya dog coming up in the hood
But you keep him down
XD45 hit a lil nigga face
Putting him right in his place, I be like that shit crazy
Ain't no niggas snatching my chain
It was bad had to hit me
I'm with the shit for real
My life without a deal
I'm still up in the field
I still know how it feel
My nigga just got killed
My pockets hurting
It's a stick up
Cannon on the line, we carry big drums
It's a stick up
Rob the industry the way we get funds
Took eight years, now a nigga make gold
Lil' Lay, hey (Yeah, yeah)
What's up playas (What's happenin' out there?)
Thugstas, and hustlas?
(Yeah, yeah, it's all real, yeah)
And I want
out there
This is H-Town (H-Town), screwed up and slowed down
It's all love homie, keep rollin' up the whole pound
Pull up in the monster just look
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