Lyrics:
When I look at
You I
Know you
Have no
Flaws
Get me so
Excited
Fuckin
Bouncing
Off the walls
1
2
3
4
5
Tell me Why
Do u look surprised?
I'm
Not one
Trying to be Leiomy the way they go three hundred and sisxty
Y'all say y'all can rock multiple genres
But I'm still waiting for you to pull it off like
heard[00:24.66]Where is my .9 with this gun in my hand, understand I won't make it this time[00:27.65]I got mans, hookers savin' the dick and the weed up my nose got mе
up, get on the one way 'cause more Sundays hotter than Monday
Often gettin' trailed by cops, gotta get away by hittin them blocks
Got my glock, never
on Renegade, ready to pop n elevate
Like a bottle of Lemonade thrust up in the air today by a Heavyweight
Every person, every race, every city, every state
Every
I like pussy, but not up in my face, so gimme three feet
Cause when we creep, no more than three deep, niggaz see sheep
Bloodhounds found your shit
now since I put my balls to any water Trash hoarder style, mildly I’m caught up in the slaughta Fuck Judy and her fat booty, Call of Duty hooked me I
the mix
I swear to God ima keep that Nine and stand on all Ten
Wake up and go get the paper, Got greenery by the acre
We dripping in different flavors,
slinging dime sacks by the dumpster at the Burger King
Nigga Ima mastermind, getting after mine
In the studio or fucking, so don't call me after 9
Acting
Imagine me if I got it
If my nine stop busting, imagine me with a shotty
Imagine me with your shorty
Bumping "God's Whisper" by Raury
Probably be
of heat
Y'all can't do nothing with this here
For one, I pack three 9s like the year
Y'all funny money hustlas
7 gram hustlas
Type to bust a O down wit ya
It's been a year glad that you're here
Everybody's dressed to the nines
We've just begun we're gonna have fun
'Cause you know it's party time
'Cause
Crooked cops
Crooked cops
See how they drop
See how they drop
They pull me over to check my ride
I pull out my nine, and three of em died
I
Master design
Early recline
Retire as top 9
I ain't never been one to make a plan and fall off
A Lannister pays his debts no matter the cost
Seas
I walk up
a rock star like my name Mick Jagger
Bars so hard made all they ass stagger
Up three in the fourth hit em with the dagger
Ain't no question now so quit
ain't she got a belt at five two five
Get dressed out the house at five four five
Cuz she gotta get to work round six five nine
Forty min traffic
That's
what it takes
To stop the funk mutha from freelance jackin
Brushes up on yo skills, cause fool I ain't lackin
With my hands on my dick, my click is thick
what it takes
To stop the funk mutha from freelance jackin
Brushes up on yo skills, cause fool I ain't lackin
With my hands on my dick, my click is thick
outstanding."" Beautiful! Okay, good. I was kinda proud of that one.
I robbed a bank last year. Now this is a kinda secret plan. I did it from a drive-up window,
scared to put dat Mack down
Takin shots of brown, ooou i know you fina act now
Here from outa town , I’ll be leavin by the weekend
Let me know wuts up
mad friends with Benz's
C-notes by the layers, true fuckin players
Jump in the Rover and come over
tell your friends jump in the Gf3, I got the chronic
to it
I'm so for real to it
I cream it, wet dream it
Support it like a Wonder Bra, when I bust like cleavage
Eff a spot lock up, I rock three-quarter top
Rule number one
Keep your faith within the lord
Rule number two learn
How to
Control your thoughts
Rule number three
That means
There's forty five
the advancement and run
Drive-by you in the rain while you carry your son
Call your house and hang up on you for not givin' me none
Born straight up out a pussy
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