Lyrics:
your key turns in the lock
You see me on the stairs and stop
Have you had a change of heart?
Can we go back to the start?
But all the signs seem to say
hours I sucked cock
I couldn't focus, eyes hella blurry, I can't stop
Goin back to Cali ain't an option get caught by the cops
So I came to Kansas City
and brutalizin', stop 'em from dissin'
If I'm in it I own it, put the keys in ignition
I hope your seatbelts get fastened
I'm known for massive harassing
Havin'
and brutalizin', stop 'em from dissin'
If I'm in it I own it, put the keys in ignition
I hope your seatbelts get fastened
I'm known for massive harassing
Havin'
gimme what's mine
I'ma light this shit up before I take it by force
Don't have to pass down
I'm that niggv now
Homie I'll light my fucking torch
Got
by
See you staring at me in the club
With your hawk eye
Speaking money
Nigga you a scrub
You just talk lies
I'ma really have to give it up
If you talk
cross your fucking ass out, you’re a number on a page
They’re too big to fail, to stop treading on us keep the bottom line high, give em’ minimum wage
routine
Tell them they can have they stars, that's cool
But man, stop actin' like Lupita ain't a queen
Black is beautiful, hard to digest, there is nothing
fake ones no more ops
Low-key different stay on top
It's DB Direct pop pop
See a red light won't stop
See that new chain I'll cop
Keep that grind up
right
Coming straight off the block
ain't no party like the YG party
'Cause the YG party don't stop
Ain't no party like the YG party
'Cause the YG
it
What the fuck boy bitch ass niggas, they can't stop us
We turn a profit, p-p-p-p-profit, p-profit
We make a profit, p-p-p-p-profit, p-profit
Biggie's Talking intro
Repeat 6x
Mafioso
Little Ceas:
How you figure that your team can affect my cream
Gold and platinum. Black since I
yeah
It don’t matter who in office, yeah
Black life fills up them coffins, yeah
Y’all plant the seeds, now this harvest
Y’all plant the seeds
Stop
Gotta Stay low-key, Black Mamba young nigga feeling like Kobe
Yeah
Stay outta my business you niggas is nosy
Top of my ring just give me a trophy
to the game
Cant be selling c.d's 'n' still selling dem thangs
Cause bitches drop names 'n' bring a lot of problems
'N' puttin' something in they head
could be drinking a juice
Or on the corner selling cds it could've been you
How could you say that black lives ain't important as blue
When they on camera
you were on my Top 8
Had the Black Parade on CD
And shopped at Hot Topic
I was crazy about you
It was like way back in '06
Now I'm kissing your lips
Who
that spirit got up and started fighting
Got up and start fighting, Got up start fighting
I just pull up on demons, say knuck if you buck
All black truck,
Then you can't see the black cause it's blocked by the blue and the red
U.F.O.'s
And scandalous ass hoes
Waist deep in the shit, it's still smellin'
basements
I scratched records and performed a few tricks
KDC mix let the Black man talk shit
Pumpin the new sounds town to town
Who holds it down like
eating dirt
Being buried alive
Put to death by surprise in
The name of black gods
Ain't I most fly? Young pie don't cry
Dry the tears from your eye
upgraded to flip keys
The Rydas never stop stackin' Gs
Bitch please!
Gimme all that, anything worth somethin'
(Uh, huh) i'm a Ryda
Don't make me have
by Bregga
Trying to stop my cheddar
Whoa try to stop mine never
Girl come to seaman we'll get her cockeye better
Whoa I'm feeling like B R
Ya know that
Pay attention everything I mentions is a ??
Like how to do with a move
Because the two sit I go by cash rules
Everything around me do movement
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