Lyrics:
a hour
I got muscle that's power
You ain't selling dope if you dont cook yo own powder
Cany be a middle man cause I need more benjie
Roll that bitch right
you mean?
I went crazy in the trap, what the fuck you mean?
My lil' brother'll rob you now, what the fuck you mean?
Drinkin' lean and poppin' tabs,
the public
I make sure you straight for life, just send the drops if you love me, blrrrd
Glizzy with the stock hold a fifty and thirty clip (blrrrd, yeah,
Guy
This is like my new way to live my life by
They say they miss the nice guy but there's no more Mr. Nice Guy
On the real, I done had enough of people
signed us?
What if Oprah made them comments
Like Imus?
What if you designed this
Thought like I did?
Said it like this
What if Peyton was fighting
Turn it up in my headphones, please
Comin' to a ghetto near you, street fame
More, haha, comin' to a ghetto near you
I wasn't mad until these
Yea, let's get it
You niggas talk like big niggas
These niggas ain't done shit
Free my niggas
Yeah
Tweak with my squad
I move if you tweak with
in cold killer said nothing
If you love her let her go I guess I don't love her enough then
When the stars align maybe I'll let you go but then again
no joint tonight
Busted wallet, four dollar wine
You're a princess, I'm the pauper, but this ain't a nursery rhyme
If I had wrote the book, I
and adore
So I said off with his head
Bending the block way I step to his door
No Freddie but I'll make sure you feel the dread
Maybe if you hadn't go begged
a tit pic
They don't do nothin', they think I not do, they don't get it
If it's about money, you know that I'm with it
I'm with it, I'm with it
If it's
parles français
Speaking french, we came from Paris
Hold up, wait
I got a question for you
Would you believe
If a nigga would tell you that you cannot do
signed us?
What if Oprah made them comments
Like Imus?
What if you designed this
Thought like I did?
Said it like this
What if Peyton was fighting
it back post war
You should have treaded lightly
You know I’m like a charged landmine
I count from one to ninety
Just to see if you change your tone
on glass
My breath is now exhaling gas
U scared now that I’ve busted your ass
It’s your call, Not my fault,
If your name’s on late night TV
Look down you
nights are best for knowing if your thoughts are real
We've been searching for the light I know that pockets gotta fill
Yeah we're flying with the stars
I'm stuck on go
Lil bitch I'm stuck
I ain't never been stuck on a hoe
I ain't never been stuck
If you knew what I knew you'd keep that shit tucked
Yeah
the big beat
If they mouth leak
Wit big heats
Get put to sleep
Mr. Phats slash Jaco
I'm out for pecos
Go for gusto
Mobb villans we flippin'
life.
Another busted knuckle,
taken down by a kick to the balls
You've wasted time, wasted time
As our shadows grown so tall
Its another busted
that busted ass frown
Why you looking so down?
Mane, you got to look up
Cause niggas Milly Rock that ass if you ain't paying it up
I mean, paying
that busted ass frown
Why you looking so down?
Mane, you got to look up
Cause niggas Milly Rock that ass if you ain't paying it up
I mean, paying
the whole gang
Y'all whip them? We Huh?
Ayy, we all got busted up, but they did too
You know? We busted up Ayy, boy
I was taking bleach bottles and
Busting
'm the source of these rappers nightmares
And I'm light years ahead of you and if you think that I'm playing
You're playing yourself like a video game and your
bitch, you see where Brad at
Ice my wrist-es then I piss on bitches
You could suck my diznick, if you take this jizzes
You don't like them disses,
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