Lyrics:
caller
Sweet like some lemonade
Bitch ain't no Minute Maid
Run up you still gunna catch a fade
I come with the choppas
And come with the gunnas
Them
Ballin like I'm Kobe
This 24 on me
You really don't get it
It's 2 4's on me
Ion like that bitch
She still be on me
Said that she love me
Lil' bitch
Ballin like I'm Kobe
This 24 on me
You really don't get it
It's 2 4's on me
Ion like that bitch
She still be on me
Said that she love me
Lil' bitch
you know that I got Mag in (what?)
Ask me am I only rappin', you know I got that bag in (you see it)
Band man like Lonnie (Lonnie), want my head, come
you cappin'
I don't like how they rappin
Look at my drip, my fashion
Make a bitch want action
I ain't givin' no trust, I ain't givin' no love
Seein'
you are a Prada Boy
Damn, didn’t think you got this low
When you rap your fucking up your flow
Nigga isn’t sweet cause he wore out Burberry
Stop bugging
rappin bout
I come on trippin I give no fucks
Niggas cap bout they bags aint got no bucks
My lil brother he smoke so much
He can’t start his day unless he
[Killa Tay]
Uh huh, Yeah
We gone call this one big scrilla
For all my niggas out there thug pimpin
D-1A up in this muthafucka, ya' know
For
around you would die for you?
I'm not bein' funny but if I come through there sprayin'
All them niggas turn to 4 wheelers
Honestly, truth be told, YSL
capture the flag
Setting next year’s fads, y’all still rappin’ ‘bout swag
Get your album shrink wrapped, call it trash in a bag
We’re a four-alarm fire,
tucked
Come and test me you think its all love
Come and test me you think this shit sweet
Like a cavity holes in your teeth
Fuck around fuck yo bitch
When you make the Kool-Aid
You put your own amount of sugar in it
Sweet, sweet love to your taste
To your own specifications
Now tell Kool-Aid,
When you make the Kool-Aid
You put your own amount of sugar in it
Sweet, sweet love to your taste
To your own specifications
Now tell Kool-Aid,
doc's, Martin don't love animals
Gonna go gorilla mode when fucked with by the criminals
Off the brim, off the record, my hat doesn't match the sweater
2
4
Double 00
I came in this ho
cll the way from
when I do my love to you
When I hear you on the phone
Your sweet, sexy voice turns my ear all the way on
Just the mention of your name
Seems
when I do my love to you
When I hear you on the phone
Your sweet, sexy voice turns my ear all the way on
Just the mention of your name
Seems
the love and inspiration, plenty
Yeah I'm loved by many, and only hated by a little
Now I think it's time to switch the lyricism, peep the riddle
I was
Project the reason you can't book a show
Nigga we the reason you can't go to the store
ATG too legit to go switch for hoe
Tell that boy to quit rappin' he
When it comes down-down to this rippin and rappin this nigga be snappin
Lights, camera, action my music's my passion my nigga what's happenin
To my
Blase - Back it up (dragon flow
Back it up 4x
Back it up sit it down tonka truck
Throw it up , imma catch it issa must
Buss it open on the flo
Tolerate drama, queen, that is a no-no
Suitin' and booted, I'm playin' fuckin' Halo
You niggas so dumb, bitch, I'm tellin' my Beyonce
Love Jay-Z, but shit
Step on the gas and wipe that tear away
One sweet dream came true today
Came true today
Came true today
Yes, it did
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7
All good
when I do my love to you
When I hear you on the phone
Your sweet, sexy voice turns my ear all the way on
Just the mention of your name
Seems to drive
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