Lyrics:
walkin' by makin' our drinks filled
What would you do, if you was a Don
In a position to wild out with a Brazilian blond?
Or maybe you a honey and it's
to hop for cars my nigga DJ Q
told me come on through 'cause he got a gang
of bitches that was down to do
Keep it poppin' since I'm from the big LBC
that's
grind and get on it
Eyy
Uh
Show them how do you want it
We gone do the damn thing
Gotta act like we own it
Eyy
Uhh
Yeah I ball like Giannis
Grew up
one
Uhh
Bump this instrumental
Bet I spit a verse on
Its almost incidental
Bet I scoop a bad bitch
While I’m in the rental
This shit ain’t sposed
, snow ball effect I suggest that ya'll roll with it. It's gettin' bigger man, it's a movement, it's called the President I'm a show you how to do it
to get your fuckin throat slit
I wanna call Gus and hang you by your pedo wrists
This is not a threat, just a little wish
Also scammy fake mechanics do
over coffee and instrumentals
Coincidental that they're offering hands and open arms?
I really do doubt that
It isn't hard to spot the ones who are about
rowdy, (yeah)
[Snoop:]
Fuck that man,da game is to be sold, not to be told, 1st things 1st
I'm a gangsta, nigga, so I'm a roll
Ya got to get bout it
you niggas spoiled
Dusse only thing that I've been pouring
Big bag niggas think that I've been touring
I'm just tryna tell em how it is tho
I ain't
In this time we on
I just want a peace of mind
It's the way we go
It's the way we know
What we striving for
In this time we on
Back up, you big
And you're really crazy, you know that
Well, you have to understand how things are up here
Yo, ha, uh
I'm a monster, let me mon-stress it
See me mon-stir
you do bad thing na back to sender
Owo to ga ju
Mo fẹ lowo to ga ju
Mofe siṣẹ je kọ mọ mi
Jẹ ki n lowo to ga ju
Ohun gbogbo ti n ba ti ṣe bayi
Jẹ ko
to disagree
Six songbooks written
By the time I was fifteen
Born in the middle class
Success never guaranteed
I used to wonder why
The older folks never made it
frame (notha frame)
26, but shawty knee deep in the game (in the game)
Get me 26, I snatch a nigga chain
26 years of pain, you'll do the same thing
I'm from the jungle,
She from the city,
She wanna get with it
She spending the lizzy how much it gone hit me?
No problem I gotchu
I meant it I do
You
back (I'm back)
I'm back and I'm gonna attack
And I'm feeling like that
The things that I would do for a rack
And still I lie crying by myself in
Follow what my soul do
Heard you think the world done
Allat shit is old news
I'm all by myself now
Nigga, so I can't cry
Tryna do the right things
Always
gon' be a homicide 'bout me
Surrounded by this fake love
What's that? It's bad blood
How you with me when you fuck with bruh
What's that? That's
She was in the bedroom sellin pictures
21 Pussy poppin
Makin monthly deposits
Can't no one tell her shit
Cuz if she want it she got it
She high
virgin
Man this is crazy, I'm gonna have to splure an
Get me a few of these things. How long do they last?]
Well it depends, let's see
These cheap
Had to cancel that bitch that C.M.B.
I'm just chillin with the stars off the DMT
Whole set off in V.I.P.
Pop bottles smoke blunts do it B.I.G.
Notorious
Her booty so big I can't push it away tho'
No bueno, say so
She form to my fingers like her name was play dough
Pardon me, Lil Grip Less Jrama
Spit it
wit a big behind
You want this money then you gotta be a
Bad bitch
Shake that ass for a tip of you a
Bad bitch
Drop it down to the floor if
(Gift of Gab)
And I come like this
(scratched)
I've got a few things I wanna say
(Gift of Gab)
I'm gunnin', ya runnin away, do not stay
'cause
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