Lyrics:
movin' (got the bitch movin')
All in the crowd with my motherfuckin' jewelry (motherfuckin' jewelry)
Reach and I get me a trial and a jury (trial
elevation dawg
My music too fire, need a station dawg
You switch up on me, I'll replace you dawg
Lost a lot of friends, but I don't give a fuck
I know I'm gon
glisten
Your hips start switching, you're pissed off, tripping
Cause even when we're kissing baby girl feel different
Friends all diss him like, "No he
I need a girl who'll ride for me (Keep her self real fly)
Damn near die for me (Staying by my side)
Go to court for me (Stand up and cry)
Pay my
on you (they snitching)
Send a hit, then next thing you know, the police coming (they coming)
All the shit I been through made me an OG, homie (I'm OG)
All my friends are strippers or they rappers now
All my homies are parents or they trapping now
All of my exes happy without me now
Yes i know
pensions
I don't need no Benz
3 stacks told me
That shit come with fake friends
First off
Shout out to my Ex's
Not being impressed by flexing
So I had
must be crazy, nigga
Onе song for my deluxe is all I need to do
These puppies barkin'
They done bit off more than they can chew
My album just dropped
I'm
kids nappy heads and all dirty
And she's gettin pimped by a nigga that's thirty
I saw her hangin' in an alley
Bragging to her friends how she's ho'in' in
cooking
shipping that cargo from Tokyo to Brooklyn
cuz all arond the world they love cushion for the pushin
yooo
All my ladies we got em all looking
husband
I close my eyes for hours on end
Cultivate my hate for your girl best friend
And I don't dream away no more
Now all i gotta do is be pretty, drive
Stephen Curry's
Pain was still occurrin', can't believe that you was gettin' buried
Damn, thinkin' when is shit gon' end, all my enemies was friends
If I
at me?
Like you know who I be
All y’all see is a nigga
Ya guilt gets bigger
Y’all protected by the system
And I don’t hate anyone
But fuck a racist one
hater
I done seen good friends turn faker
But thru it all my mind-frame still was FEA Fuck Em All nigga yeah
I got a plug overseas to get paper
Now I'm
I feel
And it do not cost a dollar for to keep it real
My mission is to maintain 'til I touch a 'mil
The police killing us
And I wanna see they ass
Yo, check it yo, I got slugs for snitches
No love for bitches puttin thugs in ditches
When my trigger finger itches
I got a rep that make police jet
could drink right by my
Sink. But it's okay its a vibe and the mood is
Kickin in. Spent the week grinding clockin' Out and in
So I’m all about the turnup
Paper, fronto and weed be my remedy
I'm dripping in fashion from overseas
I said i'm gone get it by any means
I done been friends with a bunch of fiends
like they all know my friends
Yeah I just want a whole lotta money so I can ball at the mall with gang
ShegimmetopsosloppyIaintevenknewitwwasheadyeah
on my pants (Balmain)
In the club I'm doin my dance (Okay)
I had to run up some racks today
Real niggas dead or incarcerated
Police Help doctors get
drinking clubs.
In the discotheques and the gaming pubs
We're looking for you
You will pay the price for my own sweet brother And what he has become
a don with the biggest chain on
And Nas "Rule The World"
Was her favorite song
But the wildest part of all
Is how we became friends
I was walking out
the stage by the police station
I dunno what the hell wrong with all these pigs
Another police touch me and I'm gonna sue him again
He might have been broke,
can gone
'Cause I know is the real thing
I've been good all my life
I've been good for baby tonight
We gonna get arrested by police of love
But I
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