Lyrics:
go
But I ain't never go go go go cause last time
I checked that nigga a bitch he ain't never doing shit up to my face (Yeah)
She told me she love me I
worth a couple hundred grand
Damn mama, how you do that there?
How yo waist stay still but you move that there
Ain't got a clue right there
Seen
a lot deez bitches still dont even know
Ain’t no love in the heart of the city, I don’t feel sorry for these sorry ass bitches
I don’t feel sorry for
times three
Gotta change my sheets cause your girl got too excited by the sight of me
Now she wanna make a DVD
Wait, no cap I ain't got time for that
with my people, my ghetto pass ain't revoked
This my corner sign, a Glad bag and a scale
Penitentiary chances, 4 and a half by 12 foot cell
Got
way-ayyy-ayyy
[Grand Agent]
Ohhhhhhhhahhhhhh
End to end, end to end
Experience, experience, a new sensation
Some of this is factual, most of it ain't a lie
Two
I had shown a great acumen for playing music by ear. My father bought me a small keyboard that was maybe like one or two, maybe three octaves. And I
to boss your life up if you ask me
100 Grand a year that don't sound too bad to me
I'm just trying to beat the odds and do numbers
Going broke ain't never
see a flick
At your place, got that old DVD of Lilo & Stitch
And sink on into the love seat, we gettin' deeper in
Get up and go outside, get us some
mom
Fluids flowing through your body got you burning warm
Go on let me slide inside I love the way that you ride
Know you feeling the vibe by the screw
some of you like it
And some of you love it
But none of you want it like me
Counting the hos by the dozen
You fuck on your cousin
I know that you flock
play hard
She pay the bills by herself
She get mo doe when she solo cause it pays to be by herself
She ain’t never ask for no help
Cause if it ain’t
24/7 I've been working overtime
Ain't got that much to show for it
Still had to sell my soul for it
Just to get by
Man I love the sight of all these
the love in the hood it's good
Come and get it aye
Just Another Day (yeah)
Riding through the bay smoking on some purple drinking Grand Mariner
Aye, aye (I
it G
Ain't no love when you comin' from the beach
Same sweatpants, when I hustle for the week
Save a hunnid grand if you hustle in these streets
Word
since smack dvd
Wipin the coal out my socket still see no heart that's on my sleeve,
My soul ain't for sale if you shoppin
I customized all
pain to the thief of love
Filled with hate, I won't mistake
Inside out pin love is grand
Outside in pain, hate awaits
Ain't love grand? It saves
don't give a fuck about one
Them hoes ain't even got love and they boo-hooin
Now when I take it pass rap
While I'm still gang bangin bitch nigga catch
the wrong turn and these youngstas out here kill ya
Well, I ain't concerned, they love us hustlas and dealers
They wanna tear our houses down so they can
because,
I love 80's horror cuz all I see is titties and blood,
(CHORUS)
I'm as deadly as can be, if you try me its dumb,
I ain't right in
school in the morning on the block, it's time for lunch
I put pampers on these niggas, shit by down, cause they my son
And you won't never catch me
I love my country
By which I mean
I am indebted joyfully
To all the people throughout its history
Who have fought the government to make right
love, true love, ain't fake (mmm)
I'll give a ho one of my babies (oh, oh, oh)
In a foreign car
Goin' so fast
And I'm so high (so high, yeah)
on the gram now
I ain't even got a grand wow
Please don't tell that
I stand out
I just wanna be up sometime
I be rolling with my head down
Outchea
Penning
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