Lyrics:
listen boy you better not settle for nothin
You better keep grindin and hustlin
I told ha ma you already know
You talkin Lil Wop I was born the goat
They
thing but you can't be wifey
Go and let your Doggy boy give you a bone
At the end of the night I'll take you home
Trick these a pac stay breezy up
In
the clout I did all of it
You niggas trash and your sound an anomaly
Just bought a crib, paid a big o'' deposit yeah
Used to walk and sleep on the prada gear
stay hot, watcha talkin bout
I don't pimp in the parkin lot
I got your girl in the bathroom acting a monkey
While I play with her babboon
Then I throw
We own the hood (For real though)
And we live by it, die by it then ya heard me
I got crib in Florida, and I don't even stay there
Been bought
I'm talkin' hours
He just talkin' minutes
He gon' put you in his black book
I'll put you in the Guinness
Book of world records, Shawty I'm already
her with your eyes closed (ha)
A multi-millionaire, talkin' 'bout he in grind mode (run it up)
I'm cross the country, trappin' in three different time
mind your fuckin manners boy," that's what he said
I'm a hood rich nigga, I ain't never had shit
I really ain't shit; niggaz talkin 'bout me
But
for nines?
Damn, in your minds and in your hearts
Is the hate really that deep, what's truly goin on?
Knockin me for the words I write
For writin movie
through half of it or even strolled my route
Man, I wish I could tell ya
What it's like, stuck in fight or flight
Kill your problems or your might die
We
fairytale for that shit we ain't fallin'
All you talkin' bout is slangin', bangin', bussin', and ballin'
But I ain't see your scary ass all star in New
neck (yeah) flooded wit ice
Had to go get my lil bitch right
So i fucked her and her friend all night
Buss a nut then i told em sleep tight
'm cold-hearted, I just play by the rules
But she stayed by my side with her lil' mouse katu
Mr. T run up, boy, I pity the fool
He seein' the jewels, you snatch
your lil hoe by your side in the passenger seat
Yeah she up in a panic
My bros running up and blamming
Get you wrapped up I'm not talking ceramic
Get you
of attention
I'm by his side, with the chrome fifth, playing my position (Notorious)
Sexy, young thing, from the ghetto
That bitch rocking mics in high heel
lil' bitch, please
Tun', they pussy in a can, Friskies (yo)
I got ten up on my pinky ring and twenty on my bracelet
Now these niggas kissing ass,
'm the wave ain't no motherfuckin' durag
.30 will push your whole dude back
Who the fuck in the place? Nigga, who that?
I just beat that lil' pussy, that
act for the bros
Get rushed by the Fedz, head straight to the back, let it flush
I been all in the ocean, havin' fun with the pussy, I'm slappin'
fear long..
Bein shellshocked will, battle scars often sought by the strong..
Flaws in they superiorities..
Something that you need to realize, before I
my name in your tracks
With the Skeets, and the Makks
When you see me, you better move tact'
Nigga, stop droppin', y'all niggas is wack
Spin off
She sitting right by me
Lil ma, on that dragon bone
She put me right to sleep
Yah Yah!
She a Savage said she need no man
Yah Yah!
She a bag and I'm bout
that
Mr. Get The Head, don't call her back
I got groupie bitches in my DM asking for a follow back
I know niggas trap morning to P.M, 24/7, you can
Steady smokin blunts talkin bout I'm free
Spend all of your time sleepin with the enemy
Doin dumb shit that you seen on TV
Can't get caught up in the hocus
nigga by the dreadlocks
kick in the door break the chains and the dead lock
Jae Millz.
ay yo i been hittin his phone and still cant get 'em
i know he
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