Lyrics:
a purse from old woman sid
My balls ache worse they'll go to the highest bid
The size of them is a curse not as big as my shids
The homies shit 4 inches
a lot of sides(hoes on hoes)
I ain't got no entree(no girl)
Them pieces cant handle my size
So i got bid them a do(do)
Like im kenny omega(goodbye)
quit(we over)
I got a lot of sides(hoes on hoes)
I ain't got no entree(no girl)
Them pieces cant handle my size
So i got bid them a do(do)
Like im kenny
Yo Bushwick, whaddya do when m'fuckas underestimate your size man?
First of all I laugh
(Then what?)
Smash their ass like a goddamn carcrash
So if
Filo
She loves I'm streetwise
My work ethic not a me size
Their work ethic like a pea size
In a Bugatti doing doughnuts
They said that shit just be
got money you better get with it
My man had the thug in him did his bid with it
Get married to the game but never have a kid with it
Advice from
it, got money you better get with it
My man had the thug in him did his bid with it
Get married to the game but never have a kid with it
Advice from
it, got money you better get with it
My man had the thug in him did his bid with it
Get married to the game but never have a kid with it
Advice from
sit with me
You gotta put a bid
You claim you is a pro
Then you can pay me in the quid
Shout out to the London boys
That's popping on the grid, uh
I'm
any size
It was the same niggas hating on me from the jump
With the paint on they face like penny-wise
Dumb founded thought all this cake was a clown
the hood called 'em Ant Live
Kept his pistol on 'em, so he bought a bigger pant size
He got a little colder the moment he watched his man die
That was ten
benjamin franklins
Mans have been frank since
Big chains house sizes
Class status and ranking
Earnthis ike respect or earned like the shanking
Out in a bid
to bid farewell to you, and to express thanks for your attendance at this theater. This might seem old fashioned to some of you, but I'd like to join in
Comin' home from a bid
She said after tonight
She gotta be with the kids
The kids, the kids
The kids, the kids, kids
I don't want to
Bring you
your feet off the grass size eleven the gas
Mash that potato 'till we lay in the grass
She mellow like it's a picnic
If she the mermaid give her
That probly why niggas get killed so often
Nothin' to live for type a nigga I did a bid for
Snitch bitch niggas that ain't built for war
Is it because
tricks, for kids, I bring it where ya live
Run up in your crip, tie up your wife and kids
Send my man out, G, pissed off a ten-year bid
We live
got an ego twice the size of the crib
Now she see what I'm saying, she got eyes in her ears
Never turn your back on Weezy F B, God forbid
I might
I smoke that OG killer
Bobby Johnson
I'll ollie over that bitch's head
It's Hollygrove 'til I'm fuckin' dead
I did a bid for that toast, so fuck with
money, power, guns is boss
And countin big funs is the favorite sport
We must rise, maximize our size
Look alive, be advised it's a war outside
It's
don't know the hip of me
Or my waist size im over weight take 5
Not in pounds nigga
Get it from the barrel nigga
Out of town nigga
Break it all down nigga
on telling me he coming home
He did the bid cause he never told
It is what it is that's the life we chose
I still pop out with the bros
We heard that 40
my kids
Don't gotta do what I did
Don't gotta live how I lived
At eleven they doing a bid
Masked up and running in cribs
Don't give a shit
Line niggas
yourselves
I'll sacrifice myself even my own health
Throw me overboard to save yourselves
Just row far away, I bid you well
You'll make it out alive I can tell
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