Lyrics:
Nigga!"
I ain't tripping I'm just tipping on fo-fo's
Back in the city and tipping on four hoes
That boy got a cold cold, he's sick con
Slick on
Dropin red
and we in the end-zone
I don’t give a fuck ho
Like we in the friend zone
What the fuck it look like
What the fuck it’s hitting fo'
Tell them bitches
Now an I'm only twenty-fo' year
I just declare an I've been married twice
Yes, I been married twice
Oh now an I'm only twenty-fo' year
I just declare
me back, again?
You know I left my baby
Now, when she was only fo' days old
You know, I left my little baby
A-now, when she was only fo' days old, now
to bubblin, yeah fo' sho'
Revenues, on my mind
I can't hold back, now's the time
Bust a dope addict crack fiend in the jaw
Fool had his spook on tried
array-ee-ay-ee-ay)
I-I, lord,
I'm fo-o-o-ond of chiffo-on
In a wrist array-ee-ay
Oh oh oh oh!
I-I, I said I'm fo-o-ond of chiffo-on
In a wri-I-I-I-ist array
Come
more can I say
I'd sigh for you, I'd cry for you
I'd tear the stars down from the sky fo you
And if that isn't love it'll have to do
Until the real
be so cold, how can you be so cold
I'm on freeze fo' sho, oh Lord, you're so cold
So cold, so cold
Tell me baby why I can't believe, yeah
kicks
On the low, I still rock my Girbauds
See the show, I got my nickel plated fo'-fo'
All my rough niggas open the do'
Cause Boy Scout brings
san'
Fum way down yonder in E-gyp lan'
Dey callin' me Brown Moses
Fo' dat id sho'ly what I am
Ancient an' re-lij-er-mus
Solemn an' pres-tig-i-mus
this nigga, what happened to us?"
Used to be clappin' for us, thumbs up and then snappin' poets
Now they be dappin' fo's and grabbin' Moet
And they
the list
You rappin' and shh, nigga, we really do this
Pussy, you really's a bitch
Nigga pop
Dime piece, fo' piece, cock that
Bad bitch, can't speak
I mean this; you seen this
Blue steel fo'fo'; the caliber - Excalibur
I'm a destroy my next challenger
B. Rob, high post emcee
Quick to spray Raid
and the chrome
What you forgot about the chucks, the khaks, the T-shirts
The glocks, the dope spots, the curb, the herb
Swangin', gang-bangin, O G's, double fo
too busy, I'ma have to come get you (fo' sho')
Now they screaming R.I.P. and constant posting yo' pictures (let's go)
They beefin' on them social
[Trina]
Woooooooooo! C'mon, uhh
[Dre + (Trina)]
Clap! One, two, three and to the fo'
Girl drop ya body, break it down to the flo', whoa
fo' screens on buck
No game needed to pull a slut
I just open mouth and show princess cuts
I platinum mine at all times
I shine a lot cause I grind
cup, diamonds shine from princess cuts
I stay on the grind, stackin bucks, I'ma major now fin' to fuck it up
Twenty-fo's when I roll up, purple drink
reclining, I'm acting bad on all you hoes
2 8 1, 3 3 oh, eight zero zero fo'
Hit Mike Jones up on the low cause Mike Jones about to blow
Swishahouse, Swisha
heat, clothes tryin' to jack playboy
You get three slugs to ya throat and I'm fo' sho' cause they don't know
I'm on a mission to get paid
Trying
about to go down
Presidential when we ride with the trunk open heat
Clothes tryin' to jack playboy
You get three slugs to ya throat and I'm fo' sho' 'cuz
come from
Dogg Pound it
{*music starts*}
[Kill Blood]
Six straight, six fo', L co's, missed it
Cause that's the Smith & West, nigga don't touch it
leaves
I've been in the industry, since nine-three
My so-called dogs, haven't paid me no royalties
Lord please, SouthSide G's from fo's
paper, I'm on the MTV news
I'm havin slugs fo shistey niggas, tryin' ta give me the blues
I ain't a mutha fuckin' Italian
But my crew run like the Mafia
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