Lyrics:
trip the honey bouncin like a pogo stick
Cause I'm on hit and can't no nigga get with this
Cause I'm two double zero lbs's ride
Six to the four, hit like
[Mr. Cheeks]
Basically, LB Fam to the motherfuckin' death
Park side, Queen's niggaz represent
Long Isle, how we do? They knew our style
Represent
[Mr. Cheeks]
Basically, LB Fam to the motherfuckin' death
Park side, Queen's niggaz represent
Long Isle, how we do? They knew our style
Represent
out ever since i joined lb
lincoln park uhuh , rockaway bully
y span back street we rep da hood fully
me we move like a pound a day
when im not
intro:
this that chrys mr cheeks freaky kah wat up boy , its lb family ...we just be doing some shit making the world pop
lets get it, lets go
Attend... Nous on perd pas le temps (attend hey).
Heyy Fouda...
Lyrics : Cysoul
Beat et mix : LB King
Guitare : Simplice Kengne
Mastering : Dj T-Bo et LB
need man
we gon need a shot of jack wit a bottle of coke
n a model who choke wit some weed to smoke
LB Lzzzzz (you can find us in
Мне неважно, что ты скажешь комментариям в сети.
Этот бас от Пошлой Молли, так что смело отсоси.
Мы с LB поймали groove наших школьных дискотек.
С
Yeah it's LB, I don't fuck with that fake shit
Young G tryna make it outta the Matrix
Yo
And I might touch road in my 95s
No knife on me I can’t live
life permits you to be where you want to be
While I'm stuck here waiting, chongin' L&B
While I just sit here and you're not around
You're on a beach
comin for you
Get to runnin when you step in my shoes
I ain’t got nothing to lose
Except a dollar and dream and some LB’S
Big body, six nine like a Shelby
n***** you ain't coming back
We want new mulsanne
Check my chain
Loose change
N***** want a whole one now
N***** want smoke no lbs
N**** wanna hold you
better than ya old body
Put on 20lbs now yo ass a globetrotter
Yeah
You don’t fuck with nobody
I remember when you use to be a homebody
New body looking
raised in St. Pete
Got some homies movin' keys
Came up flipping' OZ's now I'm boomin' LB's
I be hardly catchin' Z's , Y's your X all on me?
I aint ever
a nigga healthy
Lb’s in the mailly
From the sip cup muddy
But we ain’t country like Nelly
Drip cold like a cell be
Shoot a nigga like a selfie
Hands down
Ain't no party
Like a K Town party
Cause a K Town party
Don't stop
Ain't no party
Like a DE party
Cause a DE party
Don't stop
Ain't no party
Like a L.B
she's your wifey
Okay i suppose
She belongs to the streets
Put your mind on your paper
Man I gotta a LB watch on my wrist
My accountant said i doubled my
to rise the regal
The wise the royal the Golden Beatle
Who wear the crown put down your ego
Pick up the power and let the streets know
Rep your town LB's
shi
We put in work
Tryna step on them lil bitches and leave a nigga in the dirt
Might make a clothing line with all the opps on all these shirt
Got LB's
the tings I do
LB so fly got a birds eye view and it's goodbye boo
Got the lightning tatted they don't want the static
They can't believe what I'm doing
low yea she do it for me
It's about time they listen to my rhymes I'm one of a kind now they fuck with LB
I had to get my flow right
Diamonds they
doing years, 007 when u move them lbs
Ases pending, im still spending, sending commerce to my niggs
Born in the trap, a Concrete Jungle, Learn to adapt,
matching it
All these rappers think they're rapping sick
Hella talk but they ain't backing it
So peak right now
Man like L!BS gotta eat right now
They keep
(Hmmmm)
I might get the next load free
(Free)
I might get the next load free
(Free)
LB’s 4 the L-O
Me?
I get that ooouuuWeee so cheap
(Sheesh)
Pallet
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