Lyrics:
And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
Big
And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
Big
the right one, pass that weed I got to light one,
Armed and dangerous, ain't too many can bang wit us,
Straight up weed no angel dust, label us notorious,
keep a buck
And i live a life of lux
And i put that on baby
Like it or not you got catch us at the top
And i put that on baby
And i put that on baby
hustle to make that buck dog)
Could you tell me where you run to
(When the road you on is a dead end left with borrowing and begging)
When it ain't
the Virgo, ain't got to take your shirt off
You seen me convince your homegirl though
Plus she says her life is too hard
She says that she want to come
'bout the soul, yeah
When you ain't got nothin' make you feel like a million bucks
That's my baby
Ain't nothin' like the
Soul (the soul of a woman)
incredible sex, you need me
Ya ease me, please me baby, I maybe am little crazy
But in a way that make ya baby page me
don't make me get buck in here!
rowdy
And ya don't want that shit
Cause its gone be naughty, by nature
Fuck a playa hater
Ima come through
And ya know I'm down to spray ya
Let them
shit sweet till it ain't
Big body amg take up two lanes
She think I'm chief keef all I want do is bang
These niggas can't fw the shit that I paint
All
focused on love, I was so opened up
But this is the end of it baby
Yea
In the darkness I standout I'm a light
I come alive at the right time of the night
buck, tell them hoes it's on (Yeah!)
[Hook]
Gone getcha hype, gone getcha crunk, gone getcha buck, nigga (This right here!)
Gone getcha hype, gone getcha
a buck with you
No reason for you to act crazy
Them other hoes get know pass
It's us versus the world and back baby
I put my soul on that baby
My hair out,
the Virgo, ain't got to take your shirt off
You seen me convince your homegirl though
Plus she says her life is too hard
She says that she want to come
lots of minutes
But I don't need much, Celtics game
Hundred bucks
Cup of coffee in my clutch, plus my family
That's my crutch
I been flipping since my
me
Ya ease me, please me baby, I maybe am little crazy
But in a way that make ya baby page me
Don't make me get buck in here!
Shorty drop it
that hittin' her friends was on my mind
Ain't no secret, I'm outside, been in this street shit all my life
I know Migo wanna see me rich the day he
now
Cats talk this and that, so we rip the track
This a fact, it's a wrap, uh!
Now if you want this money baby
Then I guess you in the right place
just get left
First 48, watch he tell on himself
First 48, watch he tell on himself
And that shit right there, keep me right by myself
And that shit
Got it at the store
For five bucks
Austin on the cover, HBK and Tyson
Had to get it right away
Before it's to late
Got home, turned on the TV
The intro
Yea yea yea keep that thats hot right there thats a vibe
Yea thats hot bet check me out look
Real ones in the vip baby
Big bucks all the bottles on me
a d boy
But you scared to hit a bank motherfucker)
That's why your shit ain't right
Know what I' sayin'
(Better get right about your game man)
(Right
Licki-licki-licki-licki-licki-licki-licki-licki-
Listen party people here's a serious song
It's right not wrong, I should say right on
I gotta tell you somethin' that you all should know
It's
be trippin dont be doin no drive-bys
Cause we dont gangbang, dont wear blue or red
We like that fuckin green, papers what I said
Big Moe wassup, in
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