Lyrics:
There they go feminizing men again
Then pretend they don't know when we know it, xenoestrogen
Exorcise the jinn
Keynote lecture with a spin
Meant
a drop-top chicken box
Mr. KFC, VVS's is in the watch
Livin' fast where it's all about that money bag
Never front, you take it there, it ain't no comin'
the stars is at (HO!)
We over here, where the bottles at? (HO!)
You want a problem, I'm all for that (HO!)
'Cause you won't make it to the car for that
nigga, Mr. 16th Letter
Mr. 16th Letter, Mr. 16th Letter
Yo, nine times out of ten, a nigga won't shine
I drop dime on five niggaz who all had nines
with my dreams
Rise high
To fall steady
Autumn brought em
Libra season to paw fetty
Rummy gonna put it this way
Are y'all ready?
More Mac than a TA
That
We took shoestrings, lemon drops and chips from the deli
Knocked 'em out the box with spinner tops and skelly
"Do it, you'll get to it," what Mr
be buggin, who the worst who the baddest
At this, you know I come to wreck
My man S.E.X., what?
[Mr. Cheeks]
Shorty got a nigga back up against
dick off
People want to know when's the
Tour gonna kick off
I'm no rip-off, it's all original
Not too political, a little cynical
About the fakes
kill a nigga like cancer tho'
Dem Boyz N Da Hood keep .44's and Calico's
454's under the hood of they Supersports
You know it's goin' down when they
those 'll be back by the fall
I could lose every stream down the drain
And wouldn't be tapped
Not at all
I know you probably never heard what you
Nigga want me
Then he know
He better watch it
Spending all his Money
And he know ain't gone stop him
He naked round me
Cause he know I'm pocket watching
work your fuckin employees
You know you get all excited like that
Stack it through them hoodlum back, cuz I like it like that, bitch
I kill drama,
Intro
Eh eh eh
cna na na na ni na na na oh heh
cna na na na ni na na na eh e heh
It's cndaxo here
Chorus
Follow go come
Follow go come
the start
Diamonds, yeah, they glowin' in the dark
Surrounded by some people I don't know
I know they resent me and it shows (woah)
Got my Rollie like
the cops is comin' nigga
You better get to runnin' nigga
Toss the handgun, before the man come
It's not game of R. Kelly
Run up on twenty-six and seven,
Back when rappers use to rap, and I ain’t have to Google cap/
You were measured by your bars, not by your implants/
I know Hip Hop gone soft, when
this shit like a S on my chest
Spitting this shit, like a tec on my breath
Gotta bag of dope left, roll it all for myself
Face it, I chief all up by
play the game, our world is free
Do what you want but scream
We know a place where the nights are hot
It is a house of funk
Females and males
Both
ready
Keep every kinda feels man I been heavy
It seems every time I speak I be Gene Kelly
Been singing in this rain but the beats heavy
Soon coming I'ma
We've taken all you've given
It's gettin' hard to make a livin'
Mr. President, have pity on the working man
We ain't asking you to love us
You may
hose
More money, more problem, big pop a hose
Shorty thick as f**k
And she knows I'm gon' rock it
She know I got that gas
Keep em' lit like house
Ask her if she bluffing, guess it's nothing
Kiss my bitch in public, peepers popping by
Think we disgustin though
Naethekidd and Bobby broke
That some
is a beat
Bitches wave, I barely speak
This coupe came with no back seat
And I ain't drove it in weeks
Y'all play football in the grass
We play
I'm from we like to ride on foes
Do it from the shoulders or do it from the tools
I do my dirt all by my lonely (all by my lonely)
C-Murder and Magic,
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