Lyrics:
and this beneficent gift from G.O.D Fly keep
without him givin me speech Ill blow my brains to my feet.
And Playa
Chorus:
Fly write sum
Balmain was python (python)
A Chi-Town shooter, he a Vice Lord
Why God had to make me so nice for? (Ah)
I'm at the Luxor, the coke on the cut board
damages
But the six by nines, they can't handle this
I'm twenty-three so I'm far from a young buck
This gin and juice is gettin' me pumped up
Fake
girl a new dress, just to give me some sex
Cause I'm ripping up the mic, and I dress so fly
Some people they wonder why, that I stay so high
Cause I'm
And spend on them my hard-earned means
I told that girl I would drink no more
Therefore she drove me from her door
Oh, sorrow
Sorrow
I cannot hide!
O Lord,
sex with me
Look I keep a froze wrist, you could believe that
Girls stop in they tracks, like we playing freeze tag
And Redd don't deal with em, if
know what's up, you know what's up
Yeah we on now
And you can catch us in the 205 or flying over your town
We just upgraded the scene
No limit, true
and make breakfast for the town nigga
Look, They tried to box me in, I just Iron Mike it
Stepping into blessings like I got invited
That’s why I wake them
murders, too many funerals and too many tears
Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years
Pass by his family but what can I say?
Keep your
Torpedo by the Verrazano
Message hit my phone
Read, Rob-O, hit my line
Gotti, said, come thru the spot
Got some fire for you to try
Ha
Say no more, my guy
From Barry and the Valleys and from miles all around
Adamstown, Grangetown, Riverside and Splott
50,000 people all half cut by ten o'clock
Girls' night
east
Window seat, pretty girl with the gold teeth
Has a hotel key with your name on it
Stay on it 'til the train hits the border in the morning
Duck
nice girls
with the body mind of psychos
Money is their game in the town of survival
Hidden in the indigo
traces of the rustic flow
I'm that real dope
downs
Nobody got better bars than Songer
Two years time, mans in town
By the way, when I said that
I meant ten years but fuck it, yep
Mans pullin
incorrect for the hell of it/
what you thought bitch I was celibate/
When we back in the club we packin' the club to the rim/
girls do anything to get in/
is here since I started going in
Cut the juice, hand pico, Portorican girls used to go and call me Rico
This music shit depends like Luri to Nico
I
si baby doll get in my carucha, u've heard about me and they told u to be trucha.
Otra vez como la ves da same story, a rumor started by a girl
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