Lyrics:
awards and my shows
If it wasn't for you and the love that you showed me
I just wouldn't be me so I smile but it's yours
It's yours it's yours (It's yours
it real
Tha gangsta beatz, long beach
Give a fuck about peace
With homies bangin' in the pen
And banging on the streetz
Keep my heat right were I can
where it's standin'
I got beat for the street to tha beach I'll be rolling
Neva see me strolling, 40s I'll be holding
Girls in the daisies, drive Eazy
by.
What if there were no more mama's boys?
What if we all had no thinking together?
Would that be a shame...
Wouldn't that'd be impossible?
And you
s***
Mix the Bubba with the blueberry
S*** is getting scary
Oh mary mary mary
Light that s***
Pass that s***
Sell these hoodies getting rich
On the Beach
stereo,
About the pimping game, that you should know.
But if you don't, it's alright.
'Cause I'll be spittin' this game to you all damn night.
When I
in stereo:
About the pimpin' game, that you should know.
And if you don't, it's alright,
'Cause I'll be spittin' this game to ya all damn night.
Yeah
Major Pain boy
Man the streets just ain't the same
I stay on the low low
Cause y'all be messing up the game
Don't keep it real no more
That's why
to feel alright
It's time to do it right, it's time to live your life
Pull up by the beach side when the sun is out
We gon' party like it's 99
Where
and he should be right with you
Thanks. It's uh, this door right here, right?
Mm-hmm, thank you
Grab a seat
Thanks I'm Dave very nice to meet
Dave, what
(walk her ass, let's go)
Got more hair all on my sweatsuit, that be that Marni shit (that Marni shit)
Mix green with that purple, I'm trippin', that be
psy-fight is sci-fi
I'll tear ya with Altaria, sky high
Make ya say "mayday", used to be afraid
But I'm switching up the game
I'm no longer Mr nice Guy
Bad
toes so
If my brother holla, ima let it blow
Turn on the stereo
Nunu did him bad now he need medical
All my opps is funny like hysterical
I don’t
we're standing here cross-eyed having a smoke
I want you to be
The very best version of yourself
What if this is the best version?
Wouldn't it be nice
And having your way with me (Uh)
Spending a day with me (Okay)
I know you think about it too
Why don't you let it be
See your boy tryna holla I don't know
What
I heard that you be snout
And I fucked that teacher, the one you crazy 'bout
Yeah, bitch, it's the mayor, you said that I wouldn't be nothin'
Got
a chocolate strawberry
Boys freshly dipped
It's so true
I'm aka saucy fondue
Gear sick when I walk by
You be like ha-chu
Mix Mike I got you
It's on this time
I
yourself by yourself
In a nice place ducked off with fucked up health
I done been strucked and snuck, but never fucked and stuck
My life is four
house
That’s what I need
A nice car
That’s what I need
A nice girl so I can take her to beach
A big account
That’s what I need
With big amounts
That’s
This is Pony Boy and I'm a regular freak
I gets busy 'til you miss me
Shit you better believe
Catch me pop it, lock it, roll it steady
Move it by
Allah just, I lay it for the mix tapes
Quick to quake a label-mate
The sound came outta rusted crate
Surrounded by cobwebs
Beat smooth enough
On A Hunt, I just wanna be rich
Man On A Hunt, get away from me
I'd take my own life
Make own my style
ISo Lomzi, a sight for sore eyes
Dude is so nice
I'm trying to buy a house by the ocean, by the sand
Go out to the beach with a bad bitch and her friend they sipping mix drinks while I'm counting my
was one thing that I hate
It's always been hard for me to find a date
'Cuz I sure was nice and neat, then I strangle 'em in the back seat
'Cuz if you
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