Lyrics:
mouth
But if I had his dick up in me
I'd be chasing for the clout
You lame hoes insecure
Bro she need a fuckin leash
Matter fact get out my car I ain't no
Sippin' some cognac with a bong packed
And It's clear that I'm back on my game
I heard that your songs trash
You're a swamp rat
I'll put fear in
of a atari, play games on 'em
Never drove in a Ferrari
Switching lanes on them
Damien Wayans that's a shame on them
Big booty freak, lil bitch
Tatted my name
on the dress and break her for her purse
Ten wraps and a rubber band
(Gouda)
Three or four more in my other hand
(Gouda)
Five, ten, fifteen, twenty
(Gouda)
bad)
Bad bitch in the bed frame (Okay)
Same one 'fore the bread came, uh
My set on the next move
No time for the head game
Kush pack in the backpack
money can't fix
But it's all good
New white jeep
In my old hood
Pull up
Roll up
Smoke good
Do good when
You know good
We so good
Everywhere that you ain't
face
I know your crabs from that Old Bay taste
The brass band was seven pieces
My bitch's name is Peaches
We got twin Mac elevens with the features
really in da game
I aint nun like u niggas all u niggas hella lame
Free my brothers out the prison yeh they always took the blame
All this shit turned me
doing so let’s pay no mind
This took longer than expected sorry for the wait
Look I’m stronger more perfected in my current state
They all seem out
from my roots
Boss up, making bank in the booth
I'm never gon lose
I got dollars on my mind
Can't afford to waste time
No one by my side, on my lonely
I
playing war games with Saddam Hussein
Now who's sane? I'm insane, my membrane's on cold-grown
The tempature's rising, to fry the cells in your dome
It
roller.
Flow got a rebirth, them verses pack up in strollers.
Herb come by the drovers,
Say don't mistake it for clovers,
Cause I ain't lucky I just
Its the Jew V
In a Crown Vic
2K on a show
You ain't even get to play
No shame
Just today
Getting blown
By a dame
No shame in my game
Yeah you know
I
Yeah
Stainless
Timeless, Rollie band stainless
Dangerous, we gon' need two Ranges
Coupin', haters lookin' foolish
If it ain't about no money,
love and go blessin
Ain't no school, but you know I'll go testin' watch how I ride away my impression
By just callin' my demon concession by just
fuckin fifty deep
But they be fuckin cowards when they by theyselves
You know who I'm talkin about
(You know who I'm talkin about) that's right
You ain't
on the streets you don't hear a peep
Nigga it's a goddamn shame, somebody explain
Why they sent a Bad Boy to play a grown man's game
Tear that ass out
we ain't supposed to do
You my yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)
Ever say you runnin' low on cash, I bless you with bands
You could pull up by the trap in my
a fan, I be the man, run with the band woah
That's a fact, matter fact uh
Run a bag then I go and run it back, ay
I get a bag and I run it
I'm in the game
what that head game like
No she ain’t my only girl but I hold her down she a rider
But don’t get to cozy girl eliminate them feelings inside her
Your
saying
This beat knock the paint off the walls
This one for my dawgs
We running it up by any means any way
No way I'll run from the law
Serena and Lilly
the water
Jesus is the the Messiah
I walk by faith
Not by sight
I keep swimmin'
Seen the light of
Jesus Christ
There ain't no shame in my game
Holdin' blame
no Jetta need a Benz or Aston
Get you what you wantin if show you lasting
Making plays that's madden
Bitches goin crazy guess my dick game maddening
I just put in work, she call me Mister (hey Mister)
Get it by the gram, call it Insta
I'm so lazy, tell my hoe to get the picture
Look, I'm
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