Lyrics:
something
Chuck got to huffin' puffin' and pulled a pistol out of his pocket
He pressed it to her breast and said you're with me or nothing
Deep down he was
should've known bitch
Woke up in the morning with my two bitches
Some niggas owe me money, give em' two stitches
Counting down these benny's
Showing off,
so big it can't fit in the do'
Type of bread I'm gettin' won't fit in a loaf
Two bitches same time and I'm hittin' 'em both
They tell me that they
from the bottom
Foreign cars we got'em fast as fuck we ride'em
Fuck dem haters on the side line we aint got yo problems
Verse-2 what you talking bout
This make me feel like the Dedication 2 or some sh*t man
The Dedication New
Shoutout Dusty
Heard you need a mattress sealy, serta sleeping on me hoe
way up by hard work
I ain't ever got no where, but I got there by hard work
Work of the hardest kind I been down and I been out
I been disgusted I been
One, one two
Check me out right here, yo
Yo, the sun don't shine forever (you can turn the track up a little bit for me)
But as long as it's
In A-T-L I get my Gucci down at Phipps nigga
We call 'em slabs in New York they call 'em whips nigga
One hundred baby - Eightball gotta dip nigga
a rocket like nasa
We all up in the house like cocky-roaches
Snatchin mc's out the game like hockey coaches
Fuck it, I'll break you down like a bucket
I
askin' for much
A handle with an axe on the end of my clutch
And then swing it down with all that I've got
Into the ground and ????? (chop)
Hatchet
the fiends on 'em
Now I'm in the coupe with the wings on it
Now I'm just lookin' for somebody to lean
Lean, lean, lean, lean on me
I advise you to pay up
On a cloud
On a cloud
Lookin' down
Tell my brothers that I love 'em
Tell my sisters that I'm free
Tell my children, oh how I miss 'em
But Heaven's
that I hadn't heard the joke
That was so hilarious
They said that I was just a dumb cowpoke
I didn't want to make a fuss
So I shot 'em down
One by
down
Tell 'em new jacks it'll be a while fore they eligible to earn the crown
Acid out the baggie
This is more than dope
Flawless flow
Fuckin' off
down
Tell 'em new jacks it'll be a while fore they eligible to earn the crown
Acid out the baggie
This is more than dope
Flawless flow
Fuckin' off
ya bitch
I count my bread in advance
I don't need help with it
I pour the lean by the ounce, never a drought
I'm still scoring like the answer
She call
exactly what you earned
You gon' fool wid the Drex it's like a tax return
When I'm in the two-five
Just walk on by, just walk on by
Before you fuck up my
like the one that you just plug it in and it does it all
By itself in a real long strand and you cut 'em up. It's easier to do it
That way because,
on the spot
Got the kids goin' wild like I'm sellin' ice cream
Like I'm, like I'm sellin' ice cream (cream)
I don't really know how I can tell 'em nicely
holdin' card
Was a mad bit than he bought for the two pon it
Then he got fucked signed his contract
You bitch boy you's a fuckin' dummy
[Juicy J]
Lookin
tryna keep up with ya re-up, fuck nigga what it ain't
You the boss, let 'em hate
Bad bitches bring 'em in, boyfriend number two
Never cuddling, come
a top or low fade now the body lookin' hard.
This snake ass niggas is reptiles,
Till I shoot em up and fill em up with projectiles.
Yay' got the best
vision, got my eyes peeled
Freddy Kreuger tearing the quota, and leave 'em sleeping with the fishes
Just spooning with Davy Jones
Imma send 'em down
Comin' down like a 'copter
Mike Amiri on, lookin' like a shotta
Louis carry-on, fell in love with ganja
Keep a very long shotty for imposters
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