Lyrics:
love her,
With two sisters, a father, and a mother
I guess I'm different, like no other
But you can't judge a book by it's cover
I write about what I
for a nigga,
And you there for a nigga like
(Chorus 2)
I was on 233rd White Plains,
Me and my boys were ridin’ the train,
I saw you woa-woa-woa-woah
hoes tryna fuck on Three I hopped out drip plain jane bezel
Yo bitch ride that shit she drive that shit by herself I nicknamed her Tesla
I make music for
into the store to buy a Kangol
I took out my wallet and my fat money roll
When three females walked up to me
There was a white, a black, the other
My damn street know I'm riding through it
Four four two on the hood
Do this shit here for the hood
Why you niggas shit on the hood?
Two two three
My damn street know I'm riding through it
Four four two on the hood
Do this shit here for the hood
Why you niggas shit on the hood?
Two two three
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eating snow crab, I'm in the street like the dope man
We do drive-bys in Mopeds, smoke strong like Popeye, Conan
I beat the pussy up, I just throat jab,
Vamoose like 2pac
Suicidal tendencies, down to white Hennessy
Look in the book, I'm the definition of menace b
Chokin' niggas out for no reason, it's
Just lost a pack and covered my re
Times dat by four
From long time I was in basic now
I pull up in Chrissy Dior She said
Do I love her more than
white pills
And a mystery substance
This that shit that make me famous
Play this song on every station
Put me on your favorite playlist
3,2,1, lift off,
New York
We m4sh on them
We go m4sh on them
We gonn m4sh on them
It's two three four who this boy
Ladies show me love
Opps try ridicule us
End up
Its all in your mind,
In your mind
I don't want to believe
And I don't want to live
By the excuses
Of your weakness
'Cause a woman should
threat
By a nervous terrorist who's so scared that his palms wet
One, two, three, four
The stuff legends are made of, urban folklore
Like Jim Morrison we
grad
Sleeping in the living room of my momma's pad
Reality struck I seen the white car crash
Hit the light pole two nigga's hopped out on foot
that are clear, in focus, and have a plain white or off-white background.
Step 3: Complete the application
The next step is to complete the passport
bells g's up asking for more
One Pint two pint three pint four
Gone to see his girl Stella
He'll be there till the morning
Been to Camden Hells and back
you get twelve? (Okay)
Uh there's two Saturdays and Sundays in there, that's four
That's nine and three other days, which I believe are the mystery
the corner is free
(one, two, three, four)
You can't fuck with me
Lord did we hit the streets
Black hoodie with black Ts
We hop out like a skate team
Red
0106 (Skrrr)
Volume 5, The Cypher
1 man Thousand
I'm getting used to this
Kw3mo,
My name be phyl4lyph amazing rapper
Been raising bars ablazed in
so they can get some Nike’s and some plain white Ts
When they see you man they ask you what’s your body count
You like 5 6
Nigga I’m 10 12
On the route
we gon' do
Two plus two, I'm gonna undress you
Then we're gonna go three and three
You gon' undress me
Then we're gon' go four and four
We gon'
VERSE 2: Bushwick Bill ]
Lookin through her window, now my body is warm
She's naked, and I'm a peepin tom
Her body's beautiful, so I'm thinkin rape
I'm steady getting high
1 2 I tied my shoes
3 4 I kick in the door
5 6 figures legit
With 7 or 8 I break out the gate
9 10 go tell all your friends
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