Lyrics:
grave
[Verse 2]
And by the time the nineties come around ..
Mom's had a frown since the man went down
Kites fly penitentiary bound and lil' man's left
it's ma' pleasure (Thanks)
But, don't ya' mix me up with Tom Hanks (Uh)
I'ma tell y'all, 4 years just passed by (Passed by)
Now the time's come, we must
the benz cross county for some guap, plenty za, my lung is limitless
Mix exotic with gin and tonic, yo top 10 in my optics
Hen and hpnotiq, that hulk, taught
When I go deep
She hit them notes
Something like Aaliyah
By the way she rock the boat
Bell ringing like a Anita
Trying to keep her on the low
Life is
As they would a broken toy
Now dispose of childhood joy
Rob them of innocence
Swallowed up by ugly world
No longer boy or girl
Just a thing
Nothing
low
It's like I never see your pretty now
But at least I know (ah, yeah)
At least these things I know (yeah)
At least these things I know (yeah)
joint girl, I should have been fucking
I shoulda lil' mama, listen
Spending my summers with the top dropped low
Throwing my hundreds at the top notch
shorty
Hit me up
Can I play this lil beat while we fuck
The way you drop it low it number one
I ain't lying when I say she doing stunts
I'm dreaming bout
to a higher place
I'm tired of funerals
We got lil' pumps and TEC-9s
That shit don't even mix
Trying to be Lil Pump or Tech N9ne
Who you wanna pick?
If you got
got that ocean you know that lil Jody be on it and out by the mornin
I can't stay bae my woman been callin
Imma salesman I'll sell you some weed
Same
you need it know I got it, it aint going for low
I don't really mean to ash right by yo feet
We passing blunts back and forth like its a track meet
soon
A.K. forty seven got them dialing nine eleven
I pull that trigger, you fuck with my lil' nigga
I come through get ya, hop out them hollow's hit ya
the wind
I had a carbon I was fifteen
We was trying to steal and rob everything
I can't even talk about what I seen
I'm never telling the laws a thing
the suitcase with the blue faces
Rob a bank, wrap the shoe laces
Yeah, I can't call it! It's just living out in orbit!
The shit's so hard, who gotta talk this?
cause niggaz acting like they bleed every month too
So it's just me my Hennessy and my strap Riding Solo
In my review cause niggaz plotting on the low
Ayy
Ayy
Ik kan niet veranderen, dit is hoe ik ben maar ze is wel peng
Eerst pakte we L's maar nu ben ik Ten outta Ten
Big Buddha cheese in de mix
make it happen
Stop frontin these bitches
My lil shordy she gone trip um um (She Gone set um up)
Stop fallin fuh pussy
Address me by my stage name
Hallow
gotta take a walk
Bout to show this lil' bitch that I'm a dog
Real deal pit, I might bite, I don't bark
Point me out some bitches, baby, I can hit em all
some slime shit
Niggas could lose a bag for some pussy, I got me a dime bitch
You better pick up the pace, you almost outta time
We got a lil' low
getting narrow
Shawty like an angel wearing that lil halo
She be hitting high notes like soprano
But deep down inside she is shallow
Haunted by the past,
stay trendy, trendy
Gyal dem tell me I'm trendy
If it's one away then I'm spendy, spendy
Custom made then I'm spendy
Might mix no stress with da
that shit (bitch)
Okay, I fix that shit (that shit)
She broke, I'ma fix that bitch (that bitch)
If I don't give her a key (no, no)
Lil' ho gon'
Iwa-i-wa-i-wa-i-wa-i-was i-was tryna beat
Da case (Timmy Tha Motha fuckin hitman)
Heard a nigga killed yo mans
That's so tragic lil ho
And im feelin
you walk with a shotgun
I got new for you, your days are numbered, son
Why don't you get yourself a job?
When your kid grows up, do you want him to rob
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