Lyrics:
Deal-a-Thon had it cheap on the Jeeps
See who got smoked, what rumors was spread
Last I heard I was dead with six to the head
Then I got the phone call, it
in my MC school, my class is packed
And tricks are for kids so I left your ass back.
The bow-legged brother, there'll never be another.
I buy a mansion
Deal-a-Thon had it cheap on the Jeeps
See who got smoked, what rumors was spread
Last I heard I was dead, with six to the head
Then I got the phone call, it
eye's not lazy
Am I high on weed yeah maybe
The NPT is where I'm from
Where the pills are cheap and the weed is strong
When you make a hip hop LP there's
And when I'm rollin' by
Niggas can't see me
The stares of a million pairs of eyes
And you'll never realize
You can't see me
Been gettin' word that
And when I'm rollin' by
Niggas can't see me
The stares of a million pairs of eyes
And you'll never realize
You can't see me
Been gettin' word that
'cause I'm coming, it's my album
And for the record, meaning my record, check it
Listen to the single and you'll be like, yo, I gotta get it
But in
fuckas harm.
Got 17 albums and they all sellin
So tell me why the fuck my pockets ain't swellin
And I ain't neva did nothing to nobody, that didn't have
my M.C school, my class was packed
And tricks were for kids so I left your ass back
The bow-legged brother, there'll never be another
I'll buy
in my MC school, my class is packed
And tricks are for kids so I left your ass back.
The bow-legged brother, there'll never be another.
I buy
my M.C school, my class was packed
And tricks were for kids so I left your ass back
The bow-legged brother, there'll never be another
I'll buy
the street, yeah
I'm still gettin' this shit in by the week, yeah
I got out of town, plugs this shit ain't cheap
Nigga, I want a whole thousand for a p (Lean)
cleats
Cause they're speech refuses to
Reach beyond the beach have a seat quick
(uh) I speak or spit flicks
On your cheap hit's
Time to complete shit,
must be crazy, nigga
Onе song for my deluxe is all I need to do
These puppies barkin'
They done bit off more than they can chew
My album just dropped
I'm
bring? Nothin' but pain and one in your fuckin' brain
Ain't nothin' changed since the album, I'm still wildin'
I'm still violent I've been waitin' for
chat
But I don't think it's gonna stop
Still going going by the name "Ziploc"
5 blows going everywhere still 'gon pop
I just pay in a hope that I don't
to think
What's been going on in my sleep?
The devil got some tricks up his sleeve
I went bought a property I could have bought a AP
I fucked that hoe she
to me, I'm an intentional freak
Get to fucking on the beat, yeah
Get to fucking on the beach
Miami on Christmas Eve, yeah
I got tricks up my sleeve, yeah
I
to trick
Equipped with game so we bang wit this thuggish shit
I see you trying to hide
Hoping that nobody don't notice
You must always remember you still
I’m probably next up
Stay Scheming was my summer anthem
I told them boys I’m back like a phantom
On my third album (Third album)
In the past 2 years
of power over
Two hundred-fifty-thousand albums
Sold worldwide and this ain't even half
The potential I possess
Invest while I reflect
Look me in the eye
good I said gracias
I get along with the stars and mafia
Drink in the morning forget by the evening
I Kiss her in face of her man im just greeting
Fuck
to suck a dick
Motherfucker ducked, what the fuck, son of a bitch
Take away my gun, I'm gonna tuck some other shit
Can't tell me shit about the tricks
want to be,
You're gonna have to learn pimpology.
Pimpology, a pimp's profession.
Can't be effected by the Great Depression.
So if you want to be
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