Lyrics:
nigga test
And my shooter leave
Him streched 'til the bones
In his spine chill
I'm ill nigga, this is not a time drill
I used to serve on the
Strip
when my dogs and them need me? (yeah, yeah)
Starin' at that Rollie thinking 'bout the times
When I gave my last one, when I ain't have nothin'
Who
Ain't smoking on booty this shit is gelato
Like Run up this money I'll
Run up this cake
He play w my money Put him in a vase
You Roll up that doja
I roll
He don't wanna lose her, so he's wishing on stars
And he's praying, Lord, please just make this last
10,000 miles apart, 8434 just to be precise
He
a twist
M4A1 to genie dust
Ay Veda's beating us
I'm so devious
I'm so devious
Shout out Double G on this one
I'm so devious (Cd's up in here)
I'm so devious
that we both talked about last time.
[Chorus]
Take a trip to my yard
Don't you know the grass is greener on the other side?
Take a trip to my yard
You told me the first time, there won't be a next time
But this is the last time, you make me cry
Time after time I, I don't know why I tried
But
backing lames
Radio is the same, whole lotta speculatin'
These mutherfuckas defacatin' on the name
Wu-Tang, if this is where the hip-hop is
Radio lyin'
This another hit for y'all stupid clowns to steal
Game time
Not really but just in the mind
Just takin' it day at a time
Aight, aight
They don't, they don't know, they don't know
And I gave them a chance
Slide
got this
Looking back like never
Make my own baggies
All the traffic that's around
BYOB got a new meaning
Catapult the word out
I'll need a lawyer
By
and set the record straight uh
Lot of time's passed but this my past time
If it happened once don't mean it's the last time
Just cuz it happened don't mean
night)
I don't give a fuck what time it is
It can go down all night
Button up the honcho, grab the brownies and heat
First step, to collect a nigga's
breeds for me
So B is me, now tbt, I grew up watching DVD’s
Just being me and chillin as a kid who’s now at the CV
I don’t get A’s, just BCD’s, I like
for y'all
And my voice is messed up too, this is the last track of Young Sinatra
Yeah, yeah
Back in the day I wasn't shit, homie
Penny pinching I
wood with wheel on
With a flyin' bitch some old gangsta shit
Flat screen DVD's smoking stank and shit
Ain't dat shit Sunday bull tank and shit
Top down
better back the fuck back before I fuck you up
This that Hip Hop shit
This is that Smack DVD's not no Tik Tok shit
This that black timb boots ain't no flip
bitches (let's go)
I know you with your folks, but that nigga is broke
You might as well open your legs up and let a nigga poke
I'm a show you what it is
bitches (let's go)
I know you with your folks, but that nigga is broke
You might as well open your legs up and let a nigga poke
I'm a show you what it is
doing
Then you can not compare to he
You cant do it how he do it
Got this shit down to the t
Waking up from this dream
Is it me
This shit feeling like
You just ran away last night
Ran away last night
Ran away last night
I won’t let you win this time
Let you win this time
Let you win this time yeah
This is the last time, they tell me I ain't built for it
This the last time, don't see me on the billboard
This the last time, don't see me drunk
the basics(time)
But I'm a boy this time, I've got it locked this game is mine
Girls come girls go, oh well that's life
I'm a cheat from the street, oh well
None realer
DVD:
Okay, I'm pleading them to shoot
I only bleed the truth
I'm 'bout to lead the troops
To free the noose
And let my people loose
This
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