Lyrics:
a hustler book, penthouse or blacktale
I got bitches sendin my niggas flicks in jail
I fuck a bitch face more than her waist for real
And ain't no pussy
Punch the data in ya mainframe
You want it all, I want the same thing
Strive to maintain, live out my name
Hard to obtain, hard to explain, ain't
Improving everyday I'm making my own way
Can't get no sleep I been staying up so late
Ain't talking no money the fuck up out my face
I stay by my lonely I'm
just pop out off the potion
cnd We just having fun but still up in this bitch loaded
Run up then we blowing
Out my face dawg I don't owe shit
I can't
the glock jammed I had a promag
Yeah, that's how it went
I been out here trappin gettin my m's
4 9 with the draco, glock I slid by myself
I, I, I ain't neva
the projects (yeah)
He ain't pop pills since we met (fuck 'em)
Told him in my bra I got a Percocet (yeah)
All these hoes screamin' they the best yet (what?)
Armadale, nigga stinky stink
Top, down, my cash is up
Gold chain, I don't give a fuck
Gold brain'll get you in the truck ma
That's right, you in luck ma
yeah yeah yeah
Fuck the price tag
Fuck what it cost
Cause in my little world your a star yeah yeah
Just stay by my side well go far
Taking you out
light
Peep my cup, betcha couldn't tell that it was Sprite
I give a fuck about her face, she walkin' with a bamski, I'ma strike
For real (yeah)
I'ma
22 times two dude, outer banks, brew thru
High upon my mountain-top, I don't see what you do
cll you do is stay drunk, where the fuck it came from?
games, man
Told that nigga that I love him then I watch the shit change
I catch a case before I let you play up in my face
And you gon' pay me back for
no ball cap
I ain't saving these hoes
Project pat wit out the cape
Same hoes Still fuck us
Something good for a snake
Lil nigga but my money having ups
Placed in the rear of ya ear
As I sit the next year
All y'all analong niggas fuck y'all we be digital
Shit is critical
Like the hallways in my projects
call my lil demon cuz i know he be on demon time
I been been fighting demons cuz i made out the streets alive
Don't get if fucked up i will dig your
posted by my door
I'm from Da No
Yeah I stay Polo to the floor
Ooh, my money long, I cut my homies short
From Golden Acres, what it is
It really ain't i'm
now see you out your shadow
First thought to argue now my mind is like the higher plateau
This where ya dwell your Mellon decided to head rest
You fake
hatin'
I'ma be every fuckin' piece of skrilla cheese out here I can make
I'ma break every fuckin' bitch, fatalities that I can bring
I'ma millie my pillie
, 17
Nigga, get to running
I think I'm Project Pat
I be fucking with chicken heads
Fuck it on this cougar bitch
Did it in her husband bed
Benjis in
fuck my wife
I'm tryna run and save my motherfuckin' life
Oh, shit, the shooter's coming
Bitches hollerin', niggas runnin'
People, shot all over
fuck my wife
I'm tryna run and save my motherfuckin' life
Oh, shit, the shooter's coming
Bitches hollerin', niggas runnin'
People, shot all over
Give a fuck bout a bitch fuck you ain't by my side
My brothers I know they gone ride
Fuck that hoe I'm just counting my dough
You bitches is really some
She put the pipe down, but every year she was sober
Her sons heart simultaneously grew colder
He started hanging out selling bags in the projects
my father's face
Wake up, nigga, wake up
All these politicians need they face cut
Beefing with niggas you went to school with
Easter Sunday
'em
I got 'em come get 'em up out my face
I got 'em come get 'em up out my face
I got 'em come get 'em up out my face
I got 'em come get 'em up out my
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