Lyrics:
Harold Melvin sample
I played it for Hip over the phone
He's like, "Oh, yo that shit is crazy
Jay might want it for this compilation album he doin'
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
shops
Screamin they love the album,
and then get near ten thousand when the next one drop
Haters try to deny the funk, but affected by the bong
They
friends down
Until ya family up"
If I bring the fish by they cookin'
It's a fish fry
My friends make the fish fly but
They ain't playin' Candy Crush
I don't
Were breaking shackles
Off of there souls
That was lost under control
That was spiritually oppressed
By the serpent of old
Then I met Carry Smith
Aka
souls
That was lost under control
That was spiritually oppressed
By the serpent of old
Then I met Carry Smith
Aka C The Light
From Draw Nigh Ministries
thugs from the R-O-C
Sigel Sigel in the house
Uh-huh, sick bastard
Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer
Uhh, uhh, Memph Bleek in
the East coast fuck took it from me
Fourth album still Jay still spittin that real shit
Volume 3 still sold more records than Will Smith
Can't call this
thugs from the R-O-C
Sigel Sigel in the house
Uh-huh, sick bastard
Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer
Uhh, uhh, Memph Bleek in
DJ Khaled
DJ Terror Squad
And he goes by the name of
You got the right one, it's Weezy fuckin' baby
And if your woman lookin', I'll let
and Jimmy Smith up on the organ
Gene Russell, the artist symbol of Chicago
Inivators like Michael White push out the Cal Tjader
Classic shit like Weather
Yo, Dest'n?
Remember where we grew up?
Was always at your granny house, we would be living it up
Was tryna to get that cash by cutting grass, wasn't
DJ Khaled
DJ Terror Squad
And he goes by the name of
You got the right one, it's Weezy fuckin' baby
And if your woman lookin', I'll let
It's a Saques track, B.I.T.C.H
Yo
Who said DS2 ain't the shit, niggas
Ha ha ha ha
Oh they outside
They ain't gone like this
I see snakes in
Get money and chill, dollar
Bill rap gangsters, those my real fellows
Rambo rap, renegade rebel
40 cal ammo when they clap to spray devil
Bandana up if
Hey baby I miss you so much
Like I can’t wait for you to get back to Skies
And I hope you haven’t been messing with those H-town girls
Because
Ain't no water H two O
I see a hoe and then I take her to my show
And you can see me sliding by in a jet
It be private when I smoke a cigarette
I wanna
von den Besten (Cudi)
Bruder guck ich mach, was ich mach und ich fahr' durch die Stadt
Drive by - Smith 'n Wesson (Wesley)
Guck ich bete jeden Tag,
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