Lyrics:
little niggas
We pound niggas and drown niggas and
Hemmied up, that brown, niggas
All my niggas get stemi'd up
Hennessy, Louie V
Me and you, me
the finger
I guess nobody loves a real nigga-slash-rap singer
I thought I'd bring a little truth to the young troops
I brought proof that the niggas need
five is a little like counting by fives
In fact, if you count it along on your fingers as you count it out loud by fives
Your fingers will tell you how
away, and at last one day came a squaw with a story strange,
Of a long-deserted line of traps 'way back of the Bighorn range;
Of a little hut by
bill?
Well the time went by and he did his best and all could see he did not jest.
He practiced calling bids both night and day
Till his pappy found
though
Yeah, I know Chris too
You might know him by Scorpio
Fuck scorpio
Pinky I like pinky
Sounds like a little bitch name
Pinky ha ha ha ha
Pink
I prolly fuck more bitches from
St louis than you did!
I still remember when Bill
Collector knot grew big
But fuck ya little brother bitch
If I get
And then the little baby finger
The one on the end all by itself
Get ready
Hide it behind your back now
It's the baby finger
And today it's the elf
Elf
hustlers are us
My game sharper than an elephant's tusk
Me, myself and I the only that I can trust
Sleep with one eye open finger on the pistol clutch
I got
a decent amount in it
That I can't count on my fingers
I want to live like those rappers and singers
Hm - I'll rap a little, maybe I'll fiddle with that
little bitch, I think her name is Lynn
Mike paid the bills always in cash
And if she ever got raw, he just beat that ass
It goes on y'all, so don't even
an obscenity, top five I bet I be, steadily listening
Goddamn, goddamn—conversations with people
Crazy how one day the legends forget that they equal
On this
all by myself
Just 5 years old but I sure am cold
My mom's out cooking steak for someone else
Sure am sleepy but I'mma wait till mama come
Eh, the rich
press
I'm different, yes, and I'm best, served fresh
By the due date, on this very package, ingest
Find a way to fill your tummy the best
Better take
You know that little short muthafuckin Bushwick?
Shit, he so goddamn short,
He had to get a runnin start and jump up on the commode to take a shit.
some niggaz get sorrier
Insane as the war for the little 5th Ward warrior
Tonight's your dead date your dying a slow rate
Let's hope the chainsaw's
Kodak Black, Kill Bill
Yeah I kill for the bill, steal for the bill
Yeah it get real for the bill
I was riding for these niggas 'fore they rode
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
been the same
And my production selection is still flame
But they love you on the
Come up 'cause you ain't
Tainted by fame And you
Still they little
pain
I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store
Pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear
(hair)
OG's
Nowadays, blow it by the pound, this ain't OZ's
I don't split the five with my little homies
They wanna see me fail, wanna see me die slowly
But I
at night, tossing and turning
Underneath his pleated quilt protector, tears welling in his eyes as he
Pictured Marsha, her sworn vows overcome by liquor
tossing and turning
underneath his pleated quilt protector, tears welling in his eyes as he
pictured Marsha, her sworn vows overcome by liquor
gettin' some head (Shawnna, you a fool for this one)
I was gettin' some head
Gettin', gettin' some head (special shout out to Bill Clinton)
I was with
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