Lyrics:
and I might just give her back
Hold on let me speak some facts right here
How the fuck I'm locked in with your friend bitch you still got my jacket
I
still clappin' them poles
Never come back with your soul
Gang in this bitch, gang in this bitch
And we got them thangs in this bitch, things in this
it's a problem, tell me we can fix the shit
Know my bitch keep me fed, love the way that she Whipping shit
Hella guns in the spot, man, you know he gon'
Shout out to DJ Khaled
This that special cloth at the radio station
Going brazy with your boys in the building
New York City, what the fuck is up?
We
production
Team seen and (wow, this looks great) it's really cool that you're a part of it, beside the fact
We had to rip your carcass apart to get all
out in Cali, P and Game straight blow that bitch up
We out in New York, P and Game we blow that bitch up
You can't stop us, we gettin' this money it's
Ayo this is no lie
Me and my niggas gettin' high
Yo if you look up in the sky
You might see us floating by
Ayo this is no lie
Me and my niggas
Its easy all you gotta do is beep me
Chorus x3
(Rapping while chorus is still going)
Master P:
We gonna ball till we fall
Still need more zeros at the end of that bitch
I do this shit with flair private jet mileage
Real talk I debate would I even really even sign
All eyes
movin fast you wont get nothin'
Yeah we still full but we rubbin our belly
That's just for Sev and Big Belly
All of my Gz move in silence spaghettis
saying?
R.I.P B.I.G, nigga R.I.P P.A.C, R.I.P
I got my nigga 50 Cent, yo, this is how it feel, how to rob a industry nigga
Don't take this shit 'cause we
Pop out pop out
We gon ride off,
Take this.
Nod off
Pop out pop out,
They gon hide out
When we slide out?
Pop out pop out,
We still piping up,
P's got me jamming damn
Yeah yeah
Yeah
Jamming jamming Jamming
All these perkys in my body
I be jamming
Jamming jamming jamming
Bob Marley in
a Harley— young Wiz; smoke like a Marley
Gyal pon di i like Carly hit me in the DMs, but we link hardly
Too focused on getting this bread, plus I'm dodging
the back seat
Go to P they don't tax me
Why my ex still trying text me
Woke up, yeah this morning smacked my bitch on her ass cheek
Yeah my bitch so nasty
I just bought a new watch
And it don't tick tock
You can that I'm rich by the way I smell (Off that bon' bon')
Coccy coot bought this bitch new
'appens, (snaps his fingers) just in the nick o' th'time I got it done. If I...
Nicko: Yeah, I still didn't get the message.
Steve: I know you didn'. But
with this bitch such a mess such a mess
Oh my God such a pest
Oh my God what a mess
I can't fuck this bitch
Cause I'm so damn the best
Oh my God I've
frame ho
All gold everything
I put that shit on everything
Got a ring on every finger nigga
Diamonds flooded in this bitch like it's raining nigga
Bitch
P-p-p-pocket full of money
You know we're ‘bout that club life, thug life
Got this bitch bumping like a bug bite, club life
Pocket full of money (we rollin')
gunna Tell em slide
Let’s get in sumn
Murder for the free but for a fee
Nigga we still hunting
Bitch I am not team
I’m from 23
Team full of hot
could a bunch of niggaz in a town like this
Have such a big influence on niggaz so far away?
But still my story ain't over 'cause i got one more to tell
could a bunch of niggaz in a town like this
Have such a big influence on niggaz so far away?
But still my story ain't over 'cause i got one more to tell
And in this sport
You will never pass an Ars'/Lux or Mook name
You changed in battle rap we still treat
You as a new name
But to this faggot ass industry
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