Lyrics:
put a banger down on a desktop
I don't want no cheesy
Tell 'em amnesia, 'cause I'm needy
Got a box in a bag for that lobs in my hand
And the price
Aye ah serious thing wha ah gwan now
You see wha ah gwan
Space ah gwan
Cause the dance too ram
You no see wha ah gwan
Well this is beenie man
Your man broadband 'cause he talk talk
My mum said son give it your all
I don't do maybes
I just do yes or no, no in-between are you crazy
I don't do
'specially off Remi, mon
Keys to my Beemer, mon, holla at Beenie Man
See me, mon
Cheifin' rollin' deeper than any mon
Through Jennings mon
Through U-City back
ain't no more time on the damn shelf
We don't cry man, gangstas suck it up they damn self
We deal with it and we just talk to our damn self
We cry to our
my wife no joke
Smoke
Any violations dispose
Tropical vibes
Build a spilf and get high
Cutest girl by my side
Fried
Cookie bop to the sky
And I know
E dey pain me so yeah oh no, e dey pain
Make dem talk
Oun ton ri lobe, ton se waru owo
Make dem talk
Kulikuli poun kan, odi naira kan
Make dem talk
and mentioned
That i was just like, "Fuck it talk about it
Don't talk about it talk about this"
No more mystery through with that
GQ: You'd written the letter
pull up
On yo' man anyway
I will fight when I pull up
And I'm running up the paint
Keep telling me there's no way
No, I don't want you to stay
I can tell
love to buck shit
Fuck the luck shit, strictly aim, no aspiration to quit the game.
Spit your game, talk your shit, grab your gat, call your clicks,
let me handle her
Offwhite on her body like Montana
She like plantain she no like banana
Come with a friend
Roll up again
On a big man ting
Yeah say she
to the suits behind the desk no more
You niggas wear suits 'cause you can't dress no more
You can't say shit to Kanye West no more
I rocked 20,000 people, I
crazy, so we get to LA, we're staying off Coldwater Canyon
Alta Mesa, in studio city man, and I'm going to the studio with No I.D. Every day, and like,
black
cnd bring it to a brudda like what?!, huh?!
Man will bring it to a brudda like what?!, huh?!
No more ediyot excuses, man will cock it like roosters
ain't about no dollars
It's real talk then no Holla
My nigga Meek told me kill em
Told him man that I got it
I told him it's zone 4
You already know how
Run up on me you just might get socked out
Working for the money never clock out
All these pretty women wanna talk talk talk talk talk now
We don't
cheese
So let's talk about Swizz (Swiss)
No, let's not make up a whole bunch
Of lies to get by Cass'
No he didn't sign you over me
Let's not lie Cass'
When
of change;
The State is aware of that. The bomb serves many functions.
If fear of the omnipotent God is no more,
The nuclear Father will govern with his
25 now I’m only getting older
Year by year more bars in my folder
Year by year yeah I double xp no cod
You don’t really really wanna see me go mad
feeling angry by the way that you treat me lately
Do you see me as some fool, remember what I'm worth boy
No disrespecting me, upsetting me with talk
love to buck shit
Fuck the luck shit, strictly aim, no aspiration to quit the game.
Spit your game, talk your shit, grab your gat, call your clicks,
tell em that it ain't no gain unless you endure the pain, talk about health, while you enjoying yourself, hope you speak on more than just self, talk
They ask how do you sleep at night I reply like a baby, bitch
I been outchea doing me by myself nigga no special features
It's all about the Benjamin no
outta here)
Don't talk to me (I won't)
Don't talk to me (No oh oh oh)
Don't talk to me (No oh oh oh)
Don't talk to me (No oh oh oh)
Don't talk to me (No
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