Lyrics:
the bottle wit' the flow) act like you know
Baby, it's the one n' only, not yo' homie
Packin' n' holdin'
Close to the sky wit' the cronies and a bunch
Yeah, I like it when the girls
Stop by in the summer
Do you remember?
Do you remember
When we met, last summer?
New Kids On The Block
Had a bunch
the bathroom kick your ass out the stall
Tyson hit you now there's blood on your jaw
Nothing a little surgery can't fix
Used to go to bonfires hosted by local
Mama did she leave to go to Memphis
Are you taking care care of Brady while she's gone
And mama is she down there drown the memories
Surely she
to get by like wow
Ash trip game near nigga like ah
This is moving up for that slice and the pie
In the hood you try to turn the back so good times
Get
prostitution, but I ain't hatin' it (but I ain't hatin' it)
I got the models comin' by the fews, I hope you relatin' it (hope you relate)
After I made her tie
I show it back (show it back)
You be upfront (be real)
I got your back (I got your back)
I play this song (play this song)
You like oh this slap
time you out the hood
That's good now stay on the grind
Some days, I'm in the crowd all by myself
Bunch of niggas around I'm still by myself
These days
uh, pastry cup
Cakey, rump, ice cream
'Cedes truck, nine screens
Brady Bunch, wide screen
I was 13 with fake bling
When Killa Cam was on the corner
uh, pastry cup
Cakey, rump, ice cream
'Cedes truck, nine screens
Brady Bunch, wide screen
I was 13 with fake bling
When Killa Cam was on the corner
Back to heterosexual, I'm classic like Impala
Plus, I'm federal, when it comes to making dollars
Like Jiggaman, nigga, if you hear me, fuckin' holla
Missed a bunch
Know you want that one on one
Well I'm open this whole month
Thank you very much
Back to the states to a bag with some weight
To a shawty
around like you say you do
You're a liar and a phony and a fake and a fraud
And a bunch of other things I won't say on the song
You are not my homie like
girls screamin', "Do you want it Timb?"
Niggas playa hatin', sayin', "Who the hell is him?"
I'm in the back, gleamin' from all that virgin gem
Keep
I be dippin' in clubs, girls screamin'
"Do you want it Timb?"
Nigga, playa hater sayin'
"Who the hell is him?" i'm in the back
Gleamin' from all that
something to say
But nothing comes out when they move their lips
Just a bunch of gibberish
cnd motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre
So what do you say
changing my style
Then and now, before that was all that
Fall back, official is what you call that
I be that Third Coast legend
Dirty South icon shuttin'
a little funk
Wanna settle down we can start the brady bunch
Ill cook you dinner as long as you can bring me some lunch
cnd you smell like cookies like
I'm all about a dollar
I ain't selling makeup, but you know I got that product
You could call me Brady, 'cause that money I got a bunch
What's up
who
Been killing on the low (the low)
It's average when I look around
All I see is joes
Whoa, it's time you gotta go
Not front, please use the back door
a gofundme where it taught me less was plenty
Hoop dreams can hit the league if you work hard its busy
MBKG to the grave my niggas turn to my brothers
Bunch
it truckin through bull
I'm the truth
And not a fable
One thing about the Grind
Is you gone be by ya self
Along the ride
They switchin up
So I focus
You ain't gotta stay cool with your school friends
Stop following these fools in to wolves dens
Y'all are just a bunch of sheep
Y'all don't practice
packs on the
Daily, just call them the Brady's
They ready to throw
'42 bottles, the models is kissing
I'm grabbing her ponytail, making her choke
Trap
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