Lyrics:
my dog"
Three hundred K in six hours
Now that's a turnaround we ran the play
The GPS say next stop Germantown (It's on)
Touchin' in the hills, hundred
by my own screams
Lucifer masturbated in my dreams
It means somebody's gonna get fucked
In the worst way and none of y'all hoes
Is touchin' my wordplay
I do declare
All these niggas out here claimin they pimpin truly there
Like new rhymes I got to feel these hoes I'm in there like booty
Hair
That's my
Yeah, be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this shit by the way, nigga
Some real shit right here, nigga
This will be the realest shit you
Machine!
My big brother Infamous
Sticks Malone, what up homie?
We workin' nigga! (Trapaholics mixtapes)
I feel free
I'm rollin' with my niggas and we
a miracle"
And I say a miracle cause this shit is hysterical
By my nephews and nieces, I will email Jesus
Tell him forward to Moses and CC Allah
Mr. Soul
friends down
Until ya family up"
If I bring the fish by they cookin'
It's a fish fry
My friends make the fish fly but
They ain't playin' Candy Crush
I don't
bills paid
They was up and I got my meals late
Don't give a fuck, nigga, I still feel great
I still feel weight
Man, I'm touchin' on your hand and you
And this dis goes on, again and again
Uh, Uh
I think it goes, ya live by the dirt, ya die by the shovel
You can repent and come with god or you can know
so bright
Nigga I'm my light, runnin, rulin' with rigor and vigor
Nobody bigger than me and my nigga Jigga
You fly-by-nights stop jerkin beef
(dog in the hood)
That can go to the projects (School Street, Home of the Brave)
By his fuckin' self and be good (good)
Yeah, nigga, ask niggas on my
end my rhyme
And yo (this is how we run it down the line)
[ VERSE 7: Smooth B ]
Yeah, lyrical, financial and spiritual
A dream of touchin my style
on me, them boys so silly
Ten thousand count the by hand i'm feelin' it,
This was all part of the plan I'm killin' it,
Flip it then flip it again; get rid
Fighting with me over dumb shit, saying my name when we touchin'
Catchin' your vi-i-i-i-i-i-i
Doin' you ri-i-i-i-i-i-i
Captured in ti-i-i-i-i-i-i
I'm on your
my way for that lil bitch
I throw up a 3 and my lil bro pour up a 6
After y'all tried to diss me, we pulled up with hella sticks, nigga don't panic
and touchin tuckin my stuff in the pretty muffin.
but she started huffin and puffin and talk about nothin
the fact I won't get no lovin is fuckin pushin my
boosie
so I picked the rawest one out the click
grabbed her by her shoulder uh and told her this
[Chorus: repeat]
I need a thug in my life
and you ain't
beneath my wings
When the miracle spittin' there shall be no witnesses to the pain
And my ignorance, I charge to the game
So many love and slain by
niggas keep dissin', I guess I'm the topic
These bullets gon' knock the knowledge out of his noggin
It's "Shotta Flow 3" and you know I'm a G
Beat my
a microphone will give you three of everythin' I wear, yeah
Models by the pair, swear, bottles, private Lear, steer
Style that's outta here, rare, thousands by
a microphone will give you three of everythin' I wear, yeah
Models by the pair, swear, bottles, private Lear, steer
Style that's outta here, rare, thousands by
3K, Andre (three thou')
My bitch, she slay (bitch)
AK don't play (brrrp)
On top, too paid (top)
Big tab, I pay
Lil Boat, Lil Boat, Lil Boat, Lil
of ice in it
My three-fifty-seven pretty but ain't nothin nice in it
Too many bitches and not enough rubbers
Got so many of my real niggaz under
okay, we 'bout to peel by (brr)
Made my second million, okay, I quit for real now (for real now)
Then I bought some Ps, bought some hard, bought some
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