Lyrics:
not clear of the aggression by Bruce Willis‘ dog at two italian musicians that happened to be at the villa, at actor married to Demi
Nothin' but head busta...thats who I roll wit'
Hangin' from coppers wit' choppers givin' a fuck..we hit
Bitch...dem boys at war in the nolia
Niggas be
had to shoot on that block boy
I know some niggas who killing for crumbs 'magine what they'll do for that knot boy
I know some niggas who still in them
hear nothin' bout' no keys boy
But it's like everywhere I go
Everybody pull up low by the boatloads (woah)
Then they get on records and
Rap about
and the shit that he didn't
When I was a young kid in Sunday school learning about forgiveness
I wish I could forgive you now that I've found things to be happy
"What's the next thing I need to do now, cause I need it back"
Think about that compounded by 2 billion people and then think about how people react
I told you boys Juicy J is on that M-Town
Got that cheese coming in choking green by the pound
I'm rolling with the Three 6, let 'em peep this
Make
You, you, you can look up, I never come down
Home boy, I tap dance on the clouds
Who, who, who is it?
You, you, you can look up, I never come down
Aw...yeaaaah...
Who is the man with the hats with the snaps,
Droppin' the raps with the truth, to the youth that's bustin' the caps?
Who could
Crashing in that Benz, you know it all depends
Muhfuckas try to tell me shit about myself
The whole time they lookin' at me like I need some help
The tone
spin your dome right round
I don't like how
Certain man wanna profile now
Why you talking about drive-by shootings?
Your windows don't wind down
Dem boy
who fuck trannies in a state
That got the highest gay pop–
Y'all motherfuckers think y'all slick
Well I'ma give y'all somethin'
To think about
Let's let
took the pies man (it was him)
It was him
Listen, who ate all the pies? It was me Wiley
Top boy riddems they are made by me
I've got high mic
So Def
Question, ask any nigga
Rapper or a hustler, who rocks is bigger? The rapper
Nah, dog, go figure, with the V12, I make that straight killa
So Def
Question, ask any nigga
Rapper or a hustler, who rocks is bigger? The rapper
Nah, dog, go figure, with the V12, I make that straight killa
come talkin' that trash, we'll pull your card
Knowin' nothin' in life, but to be legit
Don't quote me, boy, 'cause I ain't said shit
Who do, do you
something mean for this one boy
[VERSE 1: DRAKE]
Chances Are Most of the day you was lying around
i made money thats why these girls eyeing me down
by
who this
New flow, too crisp
Two phones, new bitch
Two tone, new wrist
Remy Raw, Demi God
Getting even, beat the odds
Peep the fit, Tommy Ton
Night
from that Shi Town Bitch
Who gives a fuck where you from
I'm from that Richland VA
Who gives a fuck where you from
Now you don't want no drama boy cause
That's not the point any way
Sorry for ruining the mood
Umm want to watch "The Lord of the Rings"?
Third base
Don't worry
I washed up thoroughly
How about
crowd, watching all they eyes
Whats that shit about like a merry go round
America was just found we got make it out
Drip or fuckin drown i came with
bussing
But i didn't get it
I admit it I never hit it
Got my fingers wet and then
Maybe a couple of kisses that's about it
For some reason I never could hit
come talkin' that trash, we'll pull your card
Knowin' nothin' in life, but to be legit
Don't quote me, boy, 'cause I ain't said shit
Who do, do you
Nothin' but head busta...thats who I roll wit'
Hangin' from coppers wit' choppers givin' a fuck..we hit
Bitch...dem boys at war in the nolia
Niggas be shell
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