Lyrics:
you're fuckin' with?)
Don't get it twisted, don't get it twisted
Don't get it twisted, don't get it twisted
(You know who you're fuckin' with?)
Don't
I'll be savage with these cats livin lavish, sounding like some parrots, hope that they fuckin parish on their yachts, with their thots, and their
case I get chased by space aliens
A brainiac, with a cranium packed, full of more uranium
Than a maniac Saudi Arabian
A highly combustible head,
I go where you won't &
I do shit you don't &
That is not a flex, that's a test
Take some notes
Those who don't do just teach
& I ain't doing shit
With
legs closed
It would be just a waste of time
But you know, you wouldn't get far, fuckin' them rap stars
You know who you are, I wrote this song for you
you with a headshot
I was sellin' by the pound, prayin' I ain't get caught
Leave his body holy like that pussy name was Ted Scott
Pussy thought he was
by the places where we used to run
I wouldn't be who I am without you
Even if I'm not the one beside you
Now I'm just haunted by our promises
All
3, 2, 1, I'm that son of a gun, but one who has
The fun by the kilo and the ton. Like Marv
Albert but worse, I got the curse, got
Perverse with
Fuckin’ hoes like this is easy
I roll you on the floor
Just ’Cause I was high (I roll you over)
I was in love by the way she smile
She came to the door,
the kennel wheels
Mother fucker wanna take my style
'Cause niggaz out here know I'm only fuckin' with the bonnet grills
And the haters wanna see me fall
love when I caress'em
Keep a weapon in my Stetson and I do believe in flexin'
Sexy textin' then undressin' cali king we leave it messy
You see leading by
hated by everybody around them
I lived that life
With a switchblade in my stomach
I was on the fuckin meds
Ya know I almost kicked the bucket
Yuh
Yuh
They
who run with me
Fuckin' with us, hunt you down like the government, yeah
Nigga keep playin, leave a fuck nigga hurt,
And I'm feelin' like Melvin, my
on an actress for breakfast, I hope she ain't messy
I just be fuckin' bitches, I don't be textin' 'em
It ain't no in the middle, shoot the messenger
He won't
mother, yeah
Who gon' come with me when it's homicide
One of you
Who gon' take over if I need a light
No one
Who gon' ride by my fuckin' side
My mama
Who
was put up with hoes who act shitty
What a wack pity! Was I choosin a road
that didn't get me there in time and now we losin our globe?
Hold up I
or somethin', huh?
We got the fuckin' money and they don't got the fuckin' stuff?
I tell you man, they fuck with Tray, ayo Daz Dillinger, Corleone (yeah)
They
extra heaters nigga?
Let's go ride
[D.I.G.]
Who the fuck, that is, on the side of me
Yo who the fuck, that is, down to get high with me
Yo who
Thoughts in the night messed my mind up
Had a couple guys who think I'm messing all their time up
Got a dream but I ain't sure if I can keep
going with some more tracks for y'all
The nexts ones called sneaky link by Paradisx
Can you relate
Anyways keep it locked with us y'all
Been a minute
If I wanted to know
Who you were hanging with
While I was gone, I would've asked you
It's the kind of cold
Fogs up windshield glass
But I felt
fuckin' homo, we still remember
There once was a man who liked to jump around (jump around, yep)
But he got too old to jump up and down (up and down, so
cool enough for me and I'm not feelin' it
My heart's no longer in it, forgot who you was dealin' with
Give me mine, nigga, I got kids
I be sacrificin'
ma, I’m a mu’fuckin’ rap star
Everywhere I go, I’m accepted, like a Black Card
You can tell, by the way that I go hard
I ain’t gotta say it, I’m your
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