Lyrics:
face and then I'm swayze
Recognize G, straight up, I can't knock ya
After Big Poppa, fuck all of Junior M.A.F.I.A.
The whole clique, dick sucked, ass
write mainstream, but it still pains me
I gotta write like I'm growin' up (Dumbledore)
Man, this is amazing, I'm in a maze and only way out is by goin' up
mates, some games, red cups
And we kill this sh**
Damn right we do
Drinking way too much like we're back in high school
Dancing by myself in this packed
a fight every fucking time
What the F i thought we had it tight
Damn its a trap
Stocked in the sand and theres no way back
No fucking poker face gotta
know the deal but what the f*** do I tell my son?
I want him livin right, livin good, respect the rules
He's five years old and he still thinkin cops
Target practice baby. Only thing is I'm not the shooter, I'm the bullet, BIAATCH!!!
G'd up from the feet up.
A-be-see D-E-F
[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
I'm
Target practice baby. Only thing is I'm not the shooter, I'm the bullet, BIAATCH!!!
G'd up from the feet up.
A-be-see D-E-F
[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
I'm
I drop some fire and look behind of me
My conscious stress is when I miss the feel of touch and lips
Not that I just wanna f***, I also meant
Could catch a case out here
Man anything I f*cking do
Will get me
Paid out here
I can tell by yo ways
That u don't stay round
No we do play round here
tonight
Got a Chaldean, I get bows for a pretty price
VVS diamonds, F-Color, I got different ice
Two G's, one flip when I'm sellin' Za's,
I got .223s, fork
wi di gees now
Whoa, shit is up now
Cuz wi own it, yuh si di way wi run it
An wi still get di swag an wi a guh kip it an wi luv it
Heat is up now (Up
Yeah, I f-, I forgot the lyrics, babe
Do that again and I WILL threaten you
I don't know why you do what you do
Out of ten you are a two
If you're
Contemplating bout my song on repeat, When i F I swear I'm never on E
I know they ain't talkin to me, I know they ain't talkin to me ayea yeah
I don't know who
the way that white girl sells
I love the way she shines with that intoxicating smell
To F-L-I-P the weight to T-I-P the scales
Life is what you make it
Hang off the tail of my coat
They gotta plot on my britches
Burning up all of my bridges
I'm finna skirt in a rari
F1
Too quick
Indy Heat records
cocky, this workin they punch in the club
Im drippin yeah come with a mop, I'm whippin the benz
I f*** a b***h and her friend, no I don't play by the win
on another level
The way we body these n*ggas, man somebody grab a shovel
Still keep the Bible on me, so how the f*ck I worship the devil
You on know my pain,
Bustas hate me cause I f'ed they breezies
Playboy, These techs spray easy
Like you don't know the hoodrat Hugh Hef play greasy
I get money on the grind
that dough
She gave it all to me cause I f**k so good
I practice on the girls in my neighborhood
Cause when I?m freaky I rap, I spit a rap to a freak
fly away where they never Even seen me
How you go and F*** one of these N**** wanta be me
You can't be disloyal
I can't help when you get needy
Let me
Took your girl in the Alfa Romeo
So they callin' me Alfa Romeo
Vertical doors, the McLaren F1, they go up just like us in this game
Sarah Cameron house,
f.b.i., c.i.a., the real terrorists
know your enemy, know yourself
that's the politic
george bush is way worse than bin laden is
know your enemy, know
straight up, I can't knock ya
After Big Poppa, f*** all of Junior M.A.F.I.A.
The whole clique, dick sucked, a** licked
Leave your number by the phone,
I don't know what this is, I don't know what this ain't
I don't know what's wrong, who's fault it is, or how it got this way
I don't know if what I
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