Lyrics:
rocks in your blocks, in candy blue toys
Talking noise, 'cause I ain't old enough to drank
But I got mo' cash to last, than your daddy in the bank
I'm
rocks in your blocks, in candy blue toys
Talking noise, 'cause I ain't old enough to drank
But I got mo' cash to last, than your daddy in the bank
I'm
joining rocks in your blocks, in candy blue toys
Talking noise, cause I ain't old enough to drank
But I got mo' cash to last, than your daddy in the bank
rocks in your blocks, in candy blue toys
Talking noise, 'cause I ain't old enough to drank
But I got mo' cash to last, than your daddy in the bank
I'm
rocks in your blocks, in candy blue toys
Talking noise, 'cause I ain't old enough to drank
But I got mo' cash to last, than your daddy in the bank
I'm
where the fiends are nothin', just a scene of the projects, similar to
Osama's
An old man, at the top of the stairs, he just stare
'Cause his mind
joining rocks in your blocks, in candy blue toys
Talking noise, cause I ain't old enough to drank
But I got mo' cash to last, than your daddy in the bank
rocks in your blocks, in candy blue toys
Talking noise, 'cause I ain't old enough to drank
But I got mo' cash to last, than your daddy in the bank
I'm
End, begin
I ain't got a motherfucking balance
Hi birdie, dirty up my talons
While momma gon be steady looking at me like
"Man why a motherfucker gotta
(say…), I’m a man with the girl
And I love her, more than u girl
It’s the same old song, still sound so wrong
It didn’t take u long, to get this strong
She
hater quit trying (uh)
I am protected by Zion (woo, Zion)
You try to test, now I'm just testifying (woo, testify, testify)
Looking at the judge like,
Still the same screwfaced youth that
Pull a nine on you
My name ring from east to wеst
Like a line of longitude thе dope dirty
Cut with Fent he died off
whiskey
and my old man plays the trombone
and works out at the track
and he says that he loves me
even though its not his baby
and he says that he'll raise
In our town we have a State Attorney by the name of Janet Reno
She locks brothers up for not paying their child support
In your town you may have
drinkin whiskey
And my old man plays the trombone
And works out at the track
And he says that he loves me
Even though its not his baby
And he says
that you preach
Tell me some shit that I don't know (tell some shit that I don't know)
Bitch I like just like a photo
Came in the game wit' my old
You never met a nigga this cold
Somebody tell them boys class never gets old
The more success they hate me, that's the way this shit goes
Married
catch-me///
hahaha all them toys is through//
Imagine me or IG giving a fuck for them boys in blue//
By the way this is that raw shit// that fuck a dirty
quick like I'm Slender
Man, I'm on a high one
Counting all my worries (Oh no, I've got none)
Counting all my monies (Oh wait, you want some) suck one
Bank Hank
[ VERSE 1: Baby Beesh ]
It's Baby Beesh, now you can call me Poppa Poppa
I got a brand new freak, and man, I'd say she proper
And it's all
The old shit our crew'll do is new to you
We heard "oh"s all around us like a hula hoop
Man, I feel like my medulla grew
The shit that I maneuvered through
an elaborate enterprise to incentivize
No genocide, I'm dirty as Puff when he pushed Jen aside
Defend your pride you see my shine popping off in the night club
names in unison
They kiss those dirty little noses
And I watch from the sidewalk as they live inside all that love
Passin' by a pure scene in
pony on my boat
If I were Roy Rogers
I'd sure enough be single
I couldn't bring myself to marrying old Dale
It'd just be me and trigger
We'd go
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