Lyrics:
getting fuckin slop
Bust out my blade my blade and you come to a stop
Team two Team three all they songs finna flop
Popping beanie he a lil young fuckin opp
Chorus
Yo bossman/
Let me get two two wings/
With a quarter right and da chips/
3 pc meal loooking fine/
It's a ride/
when I pepper her down with da
shit ain't quite that bad
I was able to find myself more
When I left them clingy heifers in the past
Tell you what Ima do
Gimmie an hour or two
To get
scheming
Baby I'ma boss no basic
Fuck wit me get upgraded
Shawty got extensions
By Tasty 3 bundles
Dats ya mortgage payment
Ima pay baby girl rent
She ain't
But all now I ain't got no reply
Please
Don't fuck up my high
Nah
Nah don't fuck up the vibe
If I take two draws from this
No chance I'm stepping
wen a luh nigga on hunt
Wen that shit kick back it ain’t nun like punt
Use 2 smoke mid till a nigga got hooked on runts
Maybe that's why I can’t keep no
on a island,jet skiin',me and u girl
for the weekend,by da weekend,puerto rican yeaheyeah
yb:ay im headed uptown to harlem to pick my mami up
i know da pussy
ina Banku
One two three go
Mandy cemedy macledy Judi
Ti won ba ni
gbe gbe gbe
Kin le ri Temi gbe
Ye ye ye Ye ye ye
in fed uhhh federal
Ineed da cash you niggas aint credible
I bring ina revenue scraping the residue
Counting ah bag dats what irather do
With all
ain't no need for no one on one's
If she with me then she know she won
That's her lose
Keep it pimpin' young boss, learn da game and da cost
And, You'll
Run up in da bloc
Coz da bloc is hot
2-3 shots to a n****
Who be messing with my spot
Its some super star shit
So i make them ladies blush (ayy)
Bust
everyday
Waking up is so refreshing
Tryna find my way
Down this cold dark road
Lost both my folks
By 12 years old
I ain't asking for no sympathy
Maybe a lil
fool
About face, this No Limit soldier
One to the two to the three (hah hah)
Nigga I tried to told ya
Everybody quiet, while I load up this rifle
Ouiii Ahh this is The Bubblegum Trap
Know this melody ain't no Cap
Bustin' bullets with da strap ouiii Ahh
This is The Bubblegum Trap
Know this
ones you don't know about
Buns by the tons, mad guns and we going out
What!!
[Swizz beatz]
It ain't over, it ain't over, ain't over
[Sonja
a dozen plus they come with three strikes
And if I tell my lil niggas to get him they gone have his head by the end of the night
With no complaints
Two two
of blues an Da tallest cup of juice
This shit been burnin for a few My cup ain't moved in 1 or 2
Hours smokin on dat power cloudy like a shower
Take a trip
niggas like zaxby
I'm runnin circles around hoes, like a four by four track meet
I den failed time after time it ain't no pressure look I'm a keep going
I
m-I-see,
You man are anythin' 2 us,trust,
My lyrics that are dangerous,
(Freek)
Sum people ask 4 my occupation,
My education,2 rock da nation,
Who's
NATASHA CHANSA x CLEO ICE QUEEN X T-SEAN - WE GOT THE FIRE. Prod By KB
Verse: Natasha Chansa
Jungle, jungle
No they ain't no rules in the jungle
[Da Franchise]
Uh, {chuckles}
Ey yo Chris Man, what you think these niggaz was thinking man?
Fuck why'all niggaz thinking, man? Ain't no
known as greatness, this music is my life so only God can replace this
HOOK
Verse2
If you survived the drive-bys, then you,be seen a life through my eyes
anwayyy
Bitch im off that po up & im finna go up
This dirty drink this ain't no lemonade
Keep a m bitch I feel like a renagade
Wait like a renegade
Better
of our lives
Now we feel so deprived
Everything ain't the same no more
V2
There was one day
In the summer
I walked to my cousin crib
To see what's up
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