Lyrics:
we're closin' it down
Never heard a song where they're tellin' the truth
All that lyin' them boys do, should put some beds in the booth
These days
think about it for a minute, like what's his intentions?
I mean, we never really got along or used to kick it
In fact, if I remember vividly, he picked
It’s 10 o’ clock on my iPhone
And that text reads, wyd
What you doing, I ain’t doing nothing
Let’s paint the city, go and party
We can drop the top
It’s 10 o’ clock on my iPhone
And that text reads, wyd
What you doing, I ain’t doing nothing
Let’s paint the city, go and party
We can drop the top
crazy to the Migos, boy, you know we keep the fire (baow)
I got a chopper, flip a nigga like a domino (flip 'em)
Young rich nigga, never made the honor
a little nigga by the name of Chris
Nobody paid him any mind, no one gave a shit (ahh)
Knowing he could rap, no one lent a hand
So he went about his
a little nigga by the name of Chris
Nobody paid him any mind, no one gave a shit (ahh)
Knowing he could rap, no one lent a hand
So he went about his
of fame
Same there, all of my thugstaz reign
It's my city where tha hustlaz crept and we came
Got more game and absolutely with no shame at all
Down
I been watchin' this opp on a drone
Pull up cockin' it, aim at his dome
Bust a right, I could never be wrong
I'ma fight for the love that we
we got these ladies and tables all cleaned off.
Man let's come on in here and party tonight man, come on.
With the feds but
My 5-0 a make yo head bust stiff and rotten
Fuck the law and fuck ya'll
We can get it poppin'
Niggas drop and die or get
Killed homie
P.I.G., and several other New York rappers
Jay-Z, from "Hawaiian Sophie" fame, Big Little whatever
And several other corny sounding motherfuckers
Are
Shit
So many bottles of Shin
We start speaking Korean
Rocmon traded his Benz
And start driving
Lexus again
Setting Trends is us
Nobody in St. Louis
Got
my aim is for motion
I got a new potion
To groove you from coast to coast
So get close
Cause ain't nothing but a party y'all
We keep it going till
here was on,
They put me on the song back then we all got along, ain't had no switch game
Atlanta just won't be the same,
Hit Man, Sammy Sam, DJ Smurf
than your video
Fuck a sadiddy ho
This that rap city flow, hit Flex
Let the city know, shit
By time you hear this
A nigga will be up on Arsenio
And I got
money out the streets, nigga (Ha)
I'ma make sure all my niggas eat, nigga
(No cap)
Salute, until the next shit we drop
You heard? Griselda, baby, takin'
things
Go head and spit that shit back, nobody's listening
Just rolled up to this party got these bitches on the molly
Sippin' on Barcardi and we're hardly
what it's all about
Yeah, well tonight's
Your night.
We tryna go up in this club
Show a little love
It's deep though
I want my whole team to see dough
some things
Go head and spit that stuff back, nobody's listening
Just rolled up to this party got these chicks up on a trolley
Sippin' on Barcardi
nigga
Have the card parties where the stakes was high
Go shopping hit the club and then stone em out
Never had a day without no drama
Half the OG's
nigga, what's up talkin all that shit
Now we face to face, muthafucka, who you with?
Ain't nobody got your back now, you in trouble
Oh, he know how to act
Party people, your dreams have now been fulfilled (word)
Get your ass up, and let's get ill
That's right, y'all, we more than rough, we callin'
boys who passed away back in '92
Best believe that all the boys in the hoods got love for you
Wherever we go, wherever we be, we be thinkin'
Of how we
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