Lyrics:
Just got my skeng in the party,
Brrrr ima booter,
Lidge now but im still Sparty,
Brrrr ima shoot ya,
Shot him off the Tmac rottie in the rucksack
I
suck my dick
You don't even know how to suck my tip
Uh, so come correct
Next time when I see you, I'ma rip your face off
Fuck a get a coin, you don't
and I'm just chillin' gettin
high I'm relaxed, it's a vibe, it's a vibe
It's a vibe, it's a vibe, hun Yeah, I'ma wave, I'ma wave, hun
Every day we gettin'
Someday I'ma wake up on a rocketship
Going nowhere, just you and me there
Some say I'ma fade out
Well they are unaware
Cause my directions not so
on my mind
Bearing fruit at the same time
When I sin, get right, get back in line
Glorify God till I hear the trumpet chime
Ayy, ayy, ayy
I'ma speak my
I'ma keep goin', when life gets hard
I'ma keep goin', when life gets hard
I'ma keep goin', when life gets hard
I'ma keep goin', when life gets hard
I
Shit it is what it is ima hustla til I past
Ima Hustler baby
Ima Hustler baby
Ima Hustler baby
Ima Hustler baby
I hustle hard for my last name
I been
& the beam
Ima rock the house
In the living room
Hitting in the house
I gotta figured out
Broddy ima bad bad man,but you hold me down
Man yall some clowns if
I love you, Polly
And that's my baby
And she gon' slide when I tell her to
And that's my baby
And I'ma love her to the end of the world
Ayy, that's
I'ma bad lil thang, I'm the trillest from my hood
Yeah, I feel fine and I feel good
I'ma bad lil thang, I'm the trillest from my hood
I think you
I don't got no time for no bitch (time for no bitch)
I just get 'em for the bros, I'm just worried 'bout them chips
I'ma shot call, lil' nigga, I'ma
We just bounce out with that .44, nigga, ayy
On my life, when I up, he gon' freeze up
When it's cold, I'ma stick with that heat tucked
It's YBN,
Jimmy got shot in the parking lot...
I'm a slow typer, a so-so writer
Been the shit ever since I was an infant in diapers
And I'ma be dope, all
[Hook]
How many niggaz, wanna ride tonight
Fuck with me, it'll be a homicide tonight
I'ma make me a motherfucker, slide tonight
And put
I'ma put it on ya
So you better get ready for me
I can't give it up
We started a fire, gotta blow it out
But one day I'ma put it on ya
So you better get
niggaz want the honey
(Yeah!)
But I just want the money
(Young chump change!)
Just fifties and them hundreds!
(Girl I know you want me I'ma)
Scoop ya
to the bank and get some cash
Because talkin' don't pay, you're driftin' away.
When I see you on the stage, I'm-a blow you away.
You're right.
There is no diff
I'ma beat y'all, play that beat
I'ma beat y'all, play that beat (This is a Missy Elliott exclusive)
I'ma beat y'all, play that beat
I'ma beat
Screw, tell me what it do
Shocking and rocking club and the thug and staying true
I'ma do my thug thang, bang bang, chitty, chitty chop
With the stash
Ride, with me
I'ma take it way back
I'ma take it back down memory lane tonight
I remember just like it was yesterday (yesterday)
I was just dreamin'
on top
I'ma say yes, what the fuck you mean, yo
I'm a bad boy tryna get all in your ringtone like
Everybody know when you stack your bucks
You gotta
They said they want some of that raw shit (raw)
Turn it up, I'ma sit in the car, bitch (turn me up, Tahj Money)
If you turn off your lights, you
creep
Me on you and you on me
I don't mind being your freak
I'ma knock ya, knock ya out
You ain't gotta count no sheep
I'ma go sing you a song
Baby you
dont trouble nobody.
Probation said dont trouble nobody.
Stay outta trouble dont trouble nobody.
And i'ma try not to trouble nobody.
[verse two]
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