Lyrics:
you it's wrong
I got something to prove y'all gone see how I felt
Seen my guy on the news think it made my heart melt
I don't know what to do can you
get by
Said
You know we go
We don't stop till the bottles go pop
Get it hot fuck the ops got the party on lock
Forget my problems we gone rock it till
can stop the hatin', but that thugster music plays on (plays on)
You can count on Bone to come and rock it till we dead gone
I know we spit that shit,
to show ya
What is ride or die
Got homies with Tacoma's
Run you over if you outta line
But if you come correct
It's all respect well show you paradise
All
to show ya
What is ride or die
Got homies with Tacoma's
Run you over if you outta line
But if you come correct
It's all respect well show you paradise
All
to show ya
What is ride or die
Got homies with Tacoma's
Run you over if you outta line
But if you come correct
It's all respect well show you paradise
All
going down?
It's on 'til it's gone, then I gots to know now
Is you wit me or what? Think I'm tryna get me a nut
Just 'cause honeys wanna give me
bass drum
Youtube make you famous
Get high till the days gone
Get high till I daze on
Got one by the 8 ball
Got one with no case solved
I'm not one
young and don't wait till you're done
It's easy
And the world keeps spinning long after you're gone.
Well it's the only life I know, and boy how we
for this
I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
These
they playin is lame
How i'm came at a ho is all a bitch gone know
What I won't, what I don't and where to put my dough
Back-talk get you slapped broad
Yo what's up homies
And homettes I don't discriminate
But if you hate get the fuck outta my way
You already know who it is so let's get this shit
is, hoe?
You know what is? You know what it is, hoe?
It's that same young nigga stand out till it's all gone
That same young nigga on the grind
forever hustle with my mystic hoes
And soon you gonna see just how crunk this shit be once we get rich
Till then it's back to hustlin' with my misfits
Wanna go home
Really don't know what you got till' it's gone
Check on your phone, Ring and a tone
Really don't know what you got till' it's gone
You
a submissive bitch cuz you scared of a boss
Nigga you soft, sike I know you really not soft
Just wait till your bumb ass bitches fall off
You don't trust me
In a whirlwind
Bringing air to the crowd
I sit up like I'm alert
Real bitches don't slouch
You defending what you heard
If it's coming out your mouth
what I say go
You keep watching, you can't stop, it's my fucking show
You in love with the kid you already know
You already know, you already know ahhhhh
and I
Can see
You smile
Course talking about my car
Cause we ain't really gone that far
We ain't gonna do it
Till I know that she'll be mine for sure
She
girl
You know just what you're doing (a-a)
The way you riding 'round it all night I hope you got insurance
(Hope you got insurance)
You need that thing
spraying on this microphone
But I don't want to sit at home
Need to work so I'm not alone
It's all I love, that I know
So when the money's gone
I just make
till I win)
So what you gone do?
(Double back and do it again)
So what you gone do Face?
(I'm a play the game 'til I win)
So what you gone do?
(Play
things
Escape whenever you want
They don't know
How I hit it by the fire
And your legs stretch wider and it just get tighter
They don't know
That you
celebratin'
Don't even know what I'm celebratin'
I know why you ain't celebratin', cause you ain't sellin' natethin'
They got niggas catchin' cases, while we
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