Lyrics:
Won't hit you when I visit
No (No)
My heart is so chrome
(Yeah yeah)
(The one thing I can tell you as a Bredren dude)
(Don't trust no b***h, none)
Spark the embers n the leader paints a picture take a seat perch on the Cliff jump off
Piggy back rides so we gap that bridge
Bein friendly to fuckin
Francis, M to the iz-H phenominal
Gun rest under your vest by the abdominal
Rhyme a few bars so I can buy a few cars
And I kick a few flows so I can pimp
Francis, M to the iz-H phenominal
Gun rest under your vest by the abdominal
Rhyme a few bars so I can buy a few cars
And I kick a few flows so I can pimp
Me
Da Judge Looked At Me
And Said How You Doin' Boosie
He Called Me By My Nickname[Ooooh]
What You Think I'm Stupid[b---h]
You Wanna Railroad
over
Snatch the Tec-9's from Yukmouth
And blast *gunshots* back at ya Rover
I told you I'm the dirtiest
Him...and gettin' up the earliest
Fuckin' wit' my
high
Feinin for that feelin man I never gonna die
Get that paper instantly I never gotta try
This ain't no third degree boy this a drive by
Ay money
with no fears we ready to ride the ending is near we sheding them tears
This midwestern link up gonna get this paper it's mine
Sit back in line cause
Wrote and the notes that I
Hit are so fly!
In the whip
Kick the seat back
Laid back it's a new day back at it
Taking trips make the slickest beats slap
ain't going wait one more minute
Slide through if you down down wit it
Pick it up down town whipping
Right hand and you know what I'm gripping
Ah yea
flow.
I take my city everywhere that I go!
I’m from the L-O-N-G-B-E-A-C-H
C-I-T-Y See I, got a paper chase.
City by the sea, it’s the 562.
That’s
that RE
Aint no game i be on my grind wit da rap
Like a nigga still got that D
And if you smart you a get like me
But if you dumb then you aint gon eat
of the year
Gotta give some of that sht back
I'm Big mad
Big Dawg
No K9
No strap
For Now
Big hands to defend my bag
Let me get by
Let me get mine
Let me find my
and I'll bring you back three
Whippin in foreigns got prada the seats
Not just a singer, producer got beats
His girl be hiding, she under my sheets
So high
Brand new whip, brand new keys, hotel room ain’t paid by me
Everybody know Yayo made my beat, ain’t no body gon' take my seat
I want a big ass crib,
let the Ac hit the streets(streets)
get our beats(beats), gets in between the sheets
hit the door, for the fam
back in my Ac, Im outta town
Get Up
let the Ac hit the streets(streets)
get our beats(beats), gets in between the sheets
hit the door, for the fam
back in my Ac, Im outta town
Get Up
Byke on da grind, back seat of da jeep witta 30 rounder on da 9
I just spent 30,000 on da pine tryna flip it 30 times n sit down
Nigga hit me for
Spigg nice got the flyin' wit Jamaican chicks
It ain't no real ill shit, when LB's in town
Know how we get down
Get up and clap yo hands
Come on and clap
Wit' five of us up front, he needed shades to perform.
Mose from the flow, up we inside, toe up.
I drink, they smoke, no coke.
Besides the shit he
a fiend for this rap
Thing since Ra was no joke
On point like I shot it wit a scope (psssh)
I got it and it's dope
I gotta take this game by the throat
wit me, you'll see its OV, Over
Hook x2
Wanna run up on me its OV
Test the H see to the P its OV
Get these bullets on GP its On Me
Better drop down
man's burden
Hoe's see my ride and want to say they a virgin
20 inch turnin keep they heart hurtin
H-town city slicker, buy my German
Sippin' on bourban,
man's burden
Hoe's see my ride and want to say they a virgin
20 inch turnin keep they heart hurtin
H-town city slicker, buy my German
Sippin' on bourban,
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