Lyrics:
Any nigga couldn't sit in my chair
Yeah it's on nigga, this is my year
I done ran through all this fly gear
Louboutin shoes more than five pairs
working nine to five
I got my n**** by my side
Why you holding on that nine
Why you lurking what's inside
I see the pain all in your eyes
You be working
to who?
By the way homie what's gangsta to you?
(Money, dope and alcohol and plenty bitches all up on your dick)
I got that
How can C-Bo be wrong?
How can
Spinnin' it's Super Mario
The shit you say in your raps
Gets you booed every battle
How dare y'all compare to mine
But don't Barry remind us of Sanders?
in red bottoms
Great weed, nice homes, bread proper
Tec nine, one chamber, top shotta
Bentley coupe, new yacht, my helicopter
Born broke, real
in red bottoms
Great weed, nice homes, bread proper
Tec nine, one chamber, top shotta
Bentley coupe, new yacht, my helicopter
Born broke, real
away clean, sometimes people got hurt
But if you know me, you know that I'm liable
To bust a cap 'cause it's all about survival of the fittest
people got hurt
But if you know me, you know that I'm liable
To bust a cap cos it's all about survival of the fittest
I'm a menace crook
I did so much
to be leavin' the glock glock nine, But I'm livin' so low down,
Bone gotta roll out, We livin' like Trues, Give up to tha bang,
Always stay down for my
Real, real niggas, that's all I gotta say
You fuckin' with the real, you ball to get gusted
Really, the real ain't shit to be fucked wit'
Protected by
the scenery with extreme measures
Supreme lecture, bless the heads, who dare enter
The 9th Chamber, dance with the mind bender
Surrender your thrown, there's
totin', ready to leave your heart open
Bullets floatin', hot nine chambers smokin'
Uptown, ya bound to get y'all wig split
Y'all represent a 17th set that
right but all dogs go to heaven (uh, yeah)
It ain't nothing on my mind but the plot
Why I been workin' nine to nine for the guap
I take a tab and I day
co-log- nuh directly into de duo-deenum of de unsuspecting victim! now he gone see if he immune to it by e
A dab hisseff!
(singing)
Flies all green an'
Yeah ah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah YEAH
Fuck you, ah, and your advice
Fuck you too with your constant cries
Fuck you all, die by a drive-by
Fuck the world,
I got my mind on my money and one one in the chamber
All these niggas just a wa wa waste straight out the anus
I'm a monster out the swamp and I
friends down
Until ya family up"
If I bring the fish by they cookin'
It's a fish fry
My friends make the fish fly but
They ain't playin' Candy Crush
I don't
in my satchel
But I'm tryna see them titties sittin in that Jacquemus
Why I wanna smash my bitch when I know I can call yours
She got down on all 4s,
little one, run
Before you get captured by a satanist's gun
Locked in a chamber doesn't sound too fun
This that 90's gutta music verse 1 then done
1, 2, 3,
time here
Got the 9 on his side
Got dope on them kicks there
Bullet proof vest
Wont penetrate
Choppers gone circle
Chamber ventilate
Competition
still
I tell my nigga on the shoulder, he gon' shoot that bitch like steel
Bitch, I'ma step all by myself
That nigga threw the white flag and I told his
blame them, it's all just by design
Take it all with a grain of sand
Or leave it all up to me, I got you always
Always, always and forever
Always,
of whipped cream
[SOLILOQUY]
Wait, this place isn't sexy at all!
And this robot sign says human touch has been outlawed
I can't believe my eyes, but it's
homey
You know we only keepin' it gangsta
Deep in the Range, 17 in the chamber
All I need is my banger, nigga, it's Weezy
This shit over, somebody
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