Lyrics:
pay
And my wine (?) and my shrimps sauteed
And I'm chillin' in LA with (?) for the day
Ain't that a bitch?
Foot up on the dash, ain't no brakes in
wheel
The kick real fuck a car crash dickhead
I'll really throw you through a windshield
Fuck ya accolades
I'm really tryin' to hear the
Pain that ya pen
back and pull strings
Yeah yeah
Used to have that fuckin' title by name
Yeah yeah now that's nothin' but some
Fire to my flame, Yeah yeah
You ain't
And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
Big
And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
Big
sneaky-snitch leechy-hitch bitch!
Teach ain't nuttin' but a bitch! (A bitch)
Pedo ass feedo ass bitch (Pedo Bitch)
Wait a minute, don't run, what's up with that
Like Bob Marley
These racist motherfuckers hate
That last line
Probably haters on the internet ain't
Got nothing to bargain
Said I'd never make it, bitch
that, you heard me?
Them bitch-ass niggas don't know what it mean to fight
Until he ain't got no more fight left in him
Or the nigga he fightin' ain't
find me (come get it)
Lil' bro in that bitch chillin' he ain't tryna come home cocky (he chillin')
He comin' home to a dollar (dollar), and a mansion
that fuckin green, papers what I said
Big Moe wassup, in this bitch and this niggas singin
Comin through just like hell, the bells are ringin
Big Moe
chased by the fat cat
The muthafucka tryin to run it in the hole
Ain't goin, a muthafucka betta hold that shit
We young niggaz don't hold that shit
If you
be trippin dont be doin no drive-bys
Cause we dont gangbang, dont wear blue or red
We like that fuckin green, papers what I said
Big Moe wassup, in
the pain
Twenty-three years, three when it happened
Twenty-six now, still I can't stop the tears
Then my mood switch, thinkin' about this sheisty bitch
the pain
Twenty-three years, three when it happened
Twenty-six now, still I can't stop the tears
Then my mood switch, thinkin' about this sheisty bitch
New Era can see
No cap, i know that life a bitch but
They ain't prepared for me
See, before Love & Hip Hop I
Got love in hip hop
Mona Scott should
sweet bitches seem to only love flakes
Fuck
Without that pain I might be stuck
Fat bitch wife four kids
Livin' in a house pulled by a truck
Check to check
nigga
Play me like a bitch (Like a bitch)
I ain't scared of that nigga
I ain't scared of that bitch
We'll crush everybody in
They motherfucking clique
I
here, fuck you thought?
Bumping, smoking that Newport
Ho keep talking bout "fuck me"
Man, fuck that bitch
Ho told you she ain't fuck me
Then I'll fucked
shit
Trickin' on hoes, I ain't the one bitch
Holla my name and witness game official, it's so sick
Have every single bitch that came wit' you, on my
I'm talkin' 'bout a mansion, no house
Yeah, my closet, yeah, that shit got a house
Four years, I ain't even see a mouse
Please stop talking, bitch
older how do I explain,
that I really can't stand his momma,
she a pain. And I never really liked the bitch out
the gate... it was those two bottles
through that pain
I been going through that pain
And I ain't switching up my lane
Yeah, yeah, put my pain to the side, bitch I been tryna keep my head
Real niggas up in this bitch
Real niggas up in this bitch
I ride by and slide by
And I fly by up in this bitch
Y'all know what time it is, I ain't gotta
in the music that
I drop so I could help The fans out
Down on my dick take the shirt right Off my back
Ain't no bitch was helping me I had To stand up
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