Lyrics:
know you wanna swallow I'm just tryna split a million dollars with all of my partnas Look too good, girl you gotta be a centerfold Stack of Ben
All I'm thinking, get my Grandma off that dirt road All I know is getting all my niggas out the hole My partna got a L, still juugin down the road
Killed all my partnas, turned good girls to boppers Some of these boys to junkies, all the rest is locked up So much drama in my life, but this ain't
Destiny's Child And I smile, cause they been trying to test me a while But I cry, cause not all my partnas alive But I smile, cause I know all my partnas
Hamburger Helper Nigga you want to take us like desert sketch, I leave you scared Nigga I got a partna by the name of Chris, that's Redd People say I got
game mama You need a 504 nigga we ain't da same partna You sensitive, I got a temper, I bang partna Stay in yo lane partna She callin' me 'Cause she
When I grow up I wanna be like t-pain a hit man But do yourself a favor partna don't be talkin shit man Your broad done up and broke your heart my whole
words get to you in good spirit Your partna Gipp won't forget you, my little brother Went to prison last week, since he been in we barely speak This for
you off and break you off one mo' gen That's how we do it when we do it partna, in the wind Wit 50 mo' Attic Fools shawty, steppin in We to the ground
sound like mine? Now, to have a partna as well as my friend Well I have two partnas as well as my friend And on goes by the name of... Maganoo aka
the gas chamber [Chorus] Coughin' On the real tho' partna This is what a nigga's tryin' to say When you shoot the next muthafucka You goin'
what happened to yo partna, bitch, go dig him out And if they give my partna bail, I'm gonna go get him out (yeah) In the name of EBO lil' bruh gon'
That I am not just a client mayn, I am the biggest roller When it come to that paper, that paper be like my partna My paper ain't never heard,
game to drive a swear broad insane And we number one gunners no we ain't stunner's It's real with us partna, dealers and drug runners And Mack need
When I grow up I wanna be like t-pain a hit man But do yourself a favor partna don't be talkin shit man Your broad done up and broke your heart my whole
enough game to drive a swear broad insane And we number one gunners no we ain't stunners It's real with us partna, dealers and drug runners And Mack
how it go, fa sho Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, fo' I'ma come down, it's your partna Z-Ro Never been a hoe, never been a broad Every night
you off and break you off one mo' gen That's how we do it when we do it partna, in the wind Wit 50 mo' Attic Fools shawty, steppin in We to the ground
a young'n I got out of my bed Peeked out of the window I saw my partna nigga Trae Smokin on the hay That's the way it goes when ya ballin parlay So I
watch that boy slow it down and still accelerate God gave him a gift, and my partna knew how to use it But the love I got for Screw, ain't got nothing
across the room Um my partna with me Yo friend has been looking at my partna, so why don't we stop playing games You know what I'm saying, we got some good
partnas still gone ride I'm talking to God like why i'm losing my people I'm like why i'm losing my people Talking to God like whyyyyy I'm losing all my
promised, not tomorrow Not today Some advice? Stay the fuck up out the way All my partna's catching plays All my hustla's getting paid Self made Wouldn't have
got five on it I got five on it Partna, let's go half on a sack Sie komm' mich abholen für die Schule Und bring' mich danach zurück Und in der Pause bin
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