Lyrics:
stupId retarded
I'm wIth three he aIn't come to play
Jaykreep thas my brudda lIke fuck what u say
Try start off lIke dIs
Tdot got lIned by a bItch
I'm Ina
slammed I roll my woods in two’s and three’s
Lil hoe been on my back if she unhappy bitch then leave
And if not get on yo knees and make it sloppy with no
it go around nigga it Come around
Life ain't none but ah Hula hoop I got no limit soldiers
Master P, I drop that bag and dem Steppas come whodi whoooo
by myself
cuz aint kno who da trust (aint kno who da trust)
Aint nobody put me up on game (no Body)
got ma feet wet,
Feesh mkaan lel 2oloob l da3efa hena
Kolo yrbot l 7ezam wa5dko 7eta b3eda yala bena
Geet l denya deh w msh tal3 ela mab2a ostora feha
Feh nas wa2
Move righteously, but Still be stepping on street
Shit be lit in hell but I ain't getting cold feet
I've been moving like this
On my legs since 3
See 6
the cutie, two for the cuite with the big D
Three for the cutie with the big D with money
You got it goin' on honey
Now we'd just like to know how low can
Written by Kevin Tyler Deane (Deane)
Superheroes ain’t real
[But you mean so much to me. But you mean so…]
Don’t lie to me
Don’t lie to me
Don’t
a lot so you know I keep a flame
I ain't said it in a minute give you smoke like Bronny James
You in my QP smoke like 2-3 g blunts
Flying from the free
even lie
You can tell by my red ass eyes that im high
Im Doin Sign Language, Screamin fuck the other side
fradulent ass niggas aint nuttin but some lies
a stand out guy
Neva tried be cool
Sports, music, and art
Had all the tools
3.0 every year
Mama ain't raise no fool
Got pops on my ass
He wasn't taking no
a out west plug, he be sending me Ps
I'm serving the green, i ain't talking bout peas
Feel like MJ, with this Glock two-three
Might pull up and shoot,
Mad yall
Cause last call was in the back of the club
Bangin da hell outta dis bad bra
On my planet we take no haters for granted
They Kris Kross
search spoon, life
Go serve you cup of tea
Wey you go take years cool
Yes you
To listen to wisdom, press 2
Ahomakye soree ne
Hustle no, ain't cool
Buh sɛ
like a speaker
Roll a dead nigga up in da beater
Sippin the Wok pour ah 4 ina liter
You can keep her I just wanted to hit
It dat bitch know ian never
clit I get it moistest
I rub da nips Whas all dem noises
Dem demons chatter who dem voices is
(Verse 3) (2:20 - 3:03)
I know I can’t hate chu but I
Ain't no love in Oakland, bitch
Niggas always talkin bout 'I love you'
But ain't no love, bitch
Now it's a shame, I can't be saved by John
dem all da same
And think of em all da same
Need sumthin juss ask I got it covered ain't no thang
Ma autn jenni works hard and I appreciate that
So
scared me everytime I seen u wasn't breathing
watched Friday like 2 times
you was laughing I recited
Read da bible to you like everyday
Prayin helped
ain’t the n**** to be sleeping on
Ring the alarm
You been warned
All out blitz we gone swarm
Get the ball back 1st play
We go bomb
3 2 1 n**** bout
Iont get involved wit niggas
I know they peons ,
Put me ina room wit da trappers
Them bags gone be gone,
Show em wasnt scared
So I came by
mi sins di perfect lamb sacrifice
Thorns pon yuh head but love ina yuh eyes
From di cross to di tomb ina three days yuh rise (uh huh)
Ain't no other
phone
Spend money when ya money's long
Real street niggas ain't no clone
We at da top where we belong
Straight lean, rozay', patron
Smoking
the mainstream?
Meek Mill leans forward into the
Glow of his computer screen
His expression unreadable behind a
Pair of gold sunglasses
It's April, well after two
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