Lyrics:
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
apologize to your daddy
O.G. Loc, boy, a pimp without a Caddy
Youknowmsayin?
Just a O.G. type brother
I want you to break it down
And tell em about the days
fix a bitch, I'm not
Plies, got shot by me? Boy, that was not I's
(O oh)
The way my watch buzz, I don't gots time
(Ooh-woo)
Good thing 'bout it, but
[Ice Cube]
Damn, I'm sweatin like a nigga at a white woman funeral
"Lench Mob.."
"Civilize a 85er" -> Grand Puba
Huh, break 'em off somethin
And you know I can (ah c'mon)
Tell that you like it
And that it's good, by the way
That you move, ooh, hey
The road to hell is paved
With good
know these niggas really scared of me (sometimes)
Sometimes I ride by myself, damn, I'm tryna catch one of my enemies
Damn, that boy got put
culture, build the homeless a home
I'm not runnin', for Congress or the President
I'm just here, to tell the world, how my story went
You see, first it
"Please pass the Backwood" (what?)
Trap boy Jack, I get the pack and run it back
What he say 'bout Guwop, stop the track, shit, run it back
Big bro was
moving hella distant
I can tell that something different
You belong to the streets
Boy I see those tweets they’re about me
But all we ever do is beat
You
tell a bitch to get out
I ain't never need that hoe, bitch, I can sleep by myself
All them niggas been some pussies, I had to creep by myself
I don't
real hard
Don't treat her like a dog, but let her know
You'll pull her card if she ever gets outta hand
What is you a boy or a man?
Stand up and tell
I don't know what these niggas speakin' off
I don't know what these niggas trippin' on
Don't touch my niggas I suggest you don't
Boy if you do you
Nobody call up my phone
Telling me I ain't in my zone
Tell em go fuck themselves
Did it all on my own
Didn't really need no help
I Did it all on my
So don't tell me whatchu wish for
You wanna be kept by a rich ho
Bitch-ass nigga, I'm tryna hit me a lick
She better pay me right now
She wanna get
Allowance
Baddies be all on my dick I ain't trippin'
I jus tell em follow the drip
I don't think my haters exist
If they do then I let em know I'm with
me that she gonna tell all her friends
I'm like ok, bring em all along
As long as I can stick my tounge in between her thong
Yeah I'm nasty, I know you
dawg in a couple of months, can somebody tell him I love him, yeah
(Gang, gang, let's get 'em)
Fuckin' these hoes all over the world, I never give
our people on some love shit
I can tell the way you really moving, you ain't done shit
Now that's some dumb shit
Ey
Know the sound this shit wavy boy
Man, this ain't practice. Dis just my madness
Dis just the madness go on in my cabbage
Tell em Houston, the eagle has landed
Don’t make me do it
Cuz I’ll
the baddest
Boy be outta here
Gone
Check me out
Better know the name
Dons
I aint never bout the drama
If you see Pubs
Tell em turn it louder
If you see Rufo
slow
So I copped all em snap crackle pop
Bars
Yo favorite snack
But you far from a taste
Fall from ya grace
ch
I don't rock wit you
(But ya know by
boys if you burn that flag
We're leavin' out respected by any means
Ride a storm no matter how bad it seems
Give 'em hell 'til the flames charcoal
Ayy, yeah, wake, wake shit up, ayy
On my mama, I can't make shit up, ayy
If I ain't a real boy, what you call it?
I don't think you want no
the Diddy voice on, tell 'em, "Take that"
Ain't gotta sell the flow to find the gold I pour in a track
My profit ain't determined by the money that I make
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