Lyrics:
With the G funk, he funk, she funk, we funk
Follow me, follow me, listen to the words that a nigga (pump, pump)
I come down with the wickedness
One
Yeah, uh (shoo)
When the door got closed, I ain't feel too bad
I'ma run mine up, I'ma have some stashed
Now you in a broad purse, boy you goin' out
on they necks 'til they can't breathe
Claim they five stars but sell you dreams
They say death multiplies by threes
Line them all up and let's just see
Fuck
a bad man, I ain't writin' statements
Girls from T, know we got in a rave
I'm goin' up bad if I ever see shaver
But they say, "Don't bring no war
do bidness wit haters
Cuz every time you turn around they be frontin
Know you better keep a strap
Cuz shit be goin down in the jungle
Ain’t nobody
in our hands and it stops when we say
We say
And we ain't stoppin' 'til the morning light
[Chorus]
We gotta hold back the sun, don't let it come
show 'em how it's done now
I believe in you, so keep it movin' 'til the sun's down
Never let them hold you back from anything you want now
Life is
Had to show you that some shit just ain’t sweet
Life was rough til I dug up them keys
This ain’t nothing naw
This this ain’t nothing but a
Just a little
life, do or die
Marcy, son, everybody trying to survive
Maintain yo' strip, cocaine this shit
We ain't leavin' 'til we drain this shit
Playin this
Nigga, no cap, I was on the move, shots went off and my Glock had jammed up
We ain't even makin' no RIP post 'til we come hit a couple y'all mans up
I
about these phoneys
Come imagine it yeah we ain’t stopping to no beat
Yeah til the day yeah we be free
We goin do it by my lonely
Yeah we goin work it
Ain't no love for the rich
Only strong will survive
'Cause we live by the sword
Plus sixty degrees
For the black and the blue
For the sun, Judgment
creep, niggas goin' down for the count
It ain't sweet, fuck around and knock money out
Come on fella, you don't want the dog with the camp
Not Old
to make a name for himself
The townspeople wanted to crush that kid down and string him up by the neck
Well, the marshal, now he beat that kid to a bloody
get hit every time they try it
Grind til I'm too rich to rock this ice
I'm really that shhh ain't no time for lies
Come from the trenches I'm buzzing
to the strums and drums
And when I sum it all up, maybe I'll make some income, and then some
But when the sun comes up, and the Son comes down
Will it even
sport tic tac
And a mansion with a man cage
Hopping up trees like a landscape
Blowing up plans
Motherfuckers wanna copy me like photo prints
I ain't
damn
Roll out, with the windows down
Sunset
By the beach
With my ten toes down
Like damn
Real talk
Watch the sun go down
Watch the freaks come up
As I
of that
Gimme some of that
Gimme some of that
We gone delirious!
La la la la la la
Come and take a ride
Stay up all night, OK
Out 'til the sun up
of that
Gimme some of that
Gimme some of that
We gone delirious!
La la la la la la
Come and take a ride
Stay up all night, OK
Out 'til the sun up
of that
Gimme some of that
Gimme some of that
We gone delirious!
La la la la la la
Come and take a ride
Stay up all night, OK
Out 'til the sun up
Pack it up
This is just for your sake
Top of the morning we be on
We be on until the sun comes down
Top of the morning we be on
We be on until the sun
west in my Scott phase getting mentored by Kanye
Then I moved East to the m state now I rep L in the same way
But I don't ever take none Ima stand up til
Now wanted by the IRS and we will convict them of tax evasion
I had no choice or remorse when time for puttin' it down
Niggas know the scoop is
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