Lyrics:
Headquarters is work, Khadafi body in his turf
Yo, shame on, all y'all niggaz on some Baywatch shit
Soundin like me, suckin my dick
Pretty Tone, long live
mami, porque te van a robana
Aiy..
[Angie Martinez - overlapping Chorus]
Uhh, uhh, uhh, yo yo, yo
Bubble heavy in the club, double Henne' in
conmigo mami, con esto nadie no para
Ay
Uhh, uhh, uhh, yo, yo, yo
Bubble heavy in the club, double Henne' in the cup
Trouble and merengue make you move yo
of your parents side by side in I.C.U (everybody lose)
Closed casket so they can't have a proper wake
Don't interfere with family business, that's how we
Backwoods stuffed with a 3.5
When I creep by, probably throwin' peace signs out the window
I'm busy, I ain't got time for pretendin'
Yeah, hit her
able to work
And you just blaming it on Matt
(Or blame it on dope)
If I'm about to kirk
I blame it all on the Malbec
Play some honey by Mariah
Drippin'
yo feins
No lebron yo bitch call me the king
I'm the young nigga gone let shit Ring
G3c and this bitch came wit a Beam
Wu tang gotta live by that cream
the coup get gone drive by (Yessir)
Really how you move man niggas be lyin
Niggas really foo these boys feline
Jumped off da porch uh
Lil Pablo I keep work
one more time
Make I no suffer
Because na your grace
And love dey put in the blessings
No be by my power
Yo
They say my future is bright
Na why I dey
focus, losing doubt
Surrounded by some hatin' ass niggas, switch yo' crowd (switch your crowd)
Lil nigga, you free, do what you want, run wild (run wild)
My child
And there you go, back at it again
We pray and think about you when you out late with your friends
As much we meant to talk about yo
you I would hate to be yall
Im in the yo and im hanging with b dawgs putting in work tryna get gmg off aye
I aint with all that chit chat big burner
Yo, when we do this, we do it for real
We do it for the love, we do it for the money
For the cash, for the women, the birds
We do it for
Ay Yo, welcome to the world of S-H-O-are-T
Texas where them trill ass niggaz be livin naughty
Rollin up ho's like turtles in half a shell
Open up
the quota's done
Yeah, until my single come
Be the Devil's son
Devil's work, getting work, Hallelujah
Hope the Lord alerts, do a soul search
Understand my
the people who work at radio
Because these
Is real people that gotta feed they kids
And they're not being allowed to play that
Real shit cause they
Think that
the track also featured
The lyric "someone tell
PETA my mink is dragging on the floor
" which drew immediate fire
From the animal-rights group
Kanye West: Yo
Meth on deck man, on deck
For e'rything routine right here
Routine, Gambino, that's that shit
Y'all thought it was over,
Yeah, yo
I'm in
Yo I'm tired, son
We gon' do this last one, then I'm out
It's a natural progression
First you cut a nigga
Then you gun-butt a nigga
Then you pull
curios as hell
And extoics all i smoke know its real by the smell
How the fuck am i the goat ask yo bitch and she a tell
Niggas timid and they frail so
for a nigga out here on yo grind
Raising kids by yourself
Cause they daddy can't be found
Having bills over due
Having bills that's behind
Be on that
upon stacks in a bag or 2
Each time im back at you
Run it up double up
Do what you have to do
Make that shit work, double hustle up yo worth
Make that
til God call me to the upper room
What's life?
U better think for u start squeezing on that pipe?
What about yo mama is yo son gone be alright?
What
Like do it still work
Welcome to my kitchen
This is where I put in work
I been cookin all week
Rose dessert
Nigga I could pull yo bitch wit a hashtag
I
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