Lyrics:
with your life
I got no mercy for your fuck ups or the way that you behave (on blood)
And represent that from the cradle to the grave
Oh my partner he
of the pussy club, so mine
Getting bricks by the G's, fittin' to rain and shine
Then head to another one, headless flyin'
What up to the DJ, straight
We'll meet the Devil
We've had enough collision invited by Joey Greco
Boy, call Peter Pankey
Swore you'll never let go
Black Widow entertain all my rebels
(Uh)
Like Mike my spikes they all white
Twenty fo' carat gold, baby carats worth of ice
Ice insured, fuck life insurance
I live for the moment
niggas in every cell
From my block to the world, gave the glock to my girl
Don't mix the kids with the biz'
Baby, the industry's hell worth it
Oh, I
some call me feel good
Yeah, I'm fresh to death, head to toe feeling good
My swag beach up by K. Stallworth
I'm in the studio yeah yall putting in work
I
play
Right on, right on in the club with my white on
Shawty got something tight on
And if that's your bitch then you might have to fight homes
pushing
Tryna hit me some licks
What a player gotta do
To get thrown in the mix
I walked in the club with my new CD
Work mode I ain't tripping, no who see
on
Then after that she gon` jump my bone
Gettin tweeded up in the club niggas in the parking lot
Sasquatch pipmin bitches from different cities
She never had knew what I was tryna become
You reach for my body, be bodily harmed (grrah)
He jump out the club with my body up-on, they call me (on
ship that yay
Tell them hoes that I got that pack
Fat dope man I rolled that back
In the strip club with them racks
Oh no I got that sack
Play the game
(Enrgy made this one) woo
Good lookin', Enrgy damn
Fuck oh my God
Enrgy, you dumb
I'm trippin', I'm 'bout to shoot a human
You keep goin' to jail
Out on the weekend
Let them in, get the lights, let party begin
Mix a little love, get the mood jumpin'
From new york to miami by ten
I think
the tectonic plate shift I
Create is so great
That by the time you reach me the earthquakes
The booth was my birthplace
I'm used to the static
They say I got
It's 25 to life for this pushin'
And spike off did anybody hit by a sniper
Live the rest of your life in a diper or chill the fuck out
Oh you can
from inside
Party by myself I like
But I'm outside, in my clothing line
Doing my dance on stage I geek (Got geeked)
Mix Wockhardt and 'Hi-C'
Vision clear
at this knot
Ima keep going long they printing paper
Retwist with a bald fade fuck a taper
I'm putting wock in my pop
Yellow faygo finna mix it with purple,
the stick backwards
Made dog shit off spittin' fire out my mouth, call me big dragon
Oh, we was talkin' bout white buffs? Lou got six glasses
Plug got five
block by the store
Hundred round drum on the Glock, let it go
(Let it go)
I'm right at granny's, I whip on the stove
(Stove)
I put my heart and my soul in
Acting like a hoe we gon' show you how it go down
Oh that's so tragic
If we talking 'bout bread I'm the whole baguette
I got your chick on my lap I'm a hoe
ay, oh)
I'm just keeping my way, we can parlay
I'm so about my business, 'bout that money I don't play this
That's how we do it all day, all day, all
I'm addicted
Strokes too good; got her tryin' new positions
My baby got drip now she flyer than a pigeon
In a dream,
Strip clubs and she dance for me
your left hand and say man hold up (Man hold up)
Boys in the front blowing up (Up)
With the fat stacks in the club that's us (Man that's us)
My boys got
your left hand and say man hold up (Man hold up)
Boys in the front blowing up (Up)
With the fat stacks in the club that's us (Man that's us)
My boys got
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