Lyrics:
'm a slimey ass la nigga
You could tell by how I talk
Run with slimey ass niggas
They ah leave a nigga chalked
Nigga know I stand on business
Better watch how
by mistake
tried as an adult, facin a long bid
but the charge might change gotta see if the lil boy lives
Yo, self, pity, chasin, wealth
could be
prisons obsolete i just want to ask y'all that
cttorney want to win like he trying to get a ring cut a nigga time but first they make him sing even paid
Lil Boy better run me yo shit
Ma niggas in the field ma niggas down to drill
But some of these niggas ain real
Man I thought he was gang
But he be givin
the start
This is for the homies, and the homegirls too
Joe Cooley, tell them what you want 'em to do
[Chorus 2:]
Say yeah, yeah, yeah(this is for
like that's facts
That's facts
Say it now
If you somebody
Tell them you love em' right now
I don't want to be on the other side and you Not telling
But I'd take a break to chill and build with you
Pick a date board a flight I'll be chilling by the gate
Don't be late
Can't wait im elated
Just to get
She's my time machine
She's my rolling memory
She's my family
And I love her so
She knows my secrets well
But her back seat won't ever tell
Just a little bit different
Nigga
Out here
Working
Just to get
His money up
They want me to switch
But I don't
Give a fuck
Held em all down
Will
S5
Shorties Wave From Tha Corner Wen I Come Thru
Many Hoes Wana Holla But I Want Chu
You Know I Got A Spot Now At Tha Yawt House
Like A Month Ago Wanna
Queensbridge
Ayo, Jungle (Yo) tell em where you from
Straight outta Queensbridge
I'm selling crack to a pregnant mother
And make her daughter think I love her
seat back (you feel me)
I'm considered armed and dangerous, its dem dirty boys
AKA Montgemery Stranglers, keepin up that fuss
With that stuff from Dr.
cause ptsd
its a war in these streets
Fightin for the right to write history
As he or she see it fit
Boy i tell you these motherfuckers ain't shit
We
sancho claim
i got my southside blood runnin through my veins
i'm from the califa thugs and the low-pro gang
now tell me mothafuckas if you think you can
fly
Hit a lame boy with the side eye
Tell 'em bye bye yeah
Have you ever been with an uptown girl
Take a 2 train going uptown
Get you an uptown lady
The boy is too intent
Want no Reggiani hoe intent
For coming for my head
Happiness reside
With the pals you winning with
Same happiness resides
With one's
Send em to a playgroup that
Defies the smoking ban
Think of all the positives
They’ll look older by miles
And will be less of a
Target for local
the ones he'd chose
And what him and that axe could do.
Early one morning dad took 'em to town
And sure enough Henry was left
And by Christmas eve the way I
Now all I want is high tech's with fat basses
Got the next best friend started scratchin' and breakin'
Snatch your racks and battery by the stack
Now all I want is high tech's with fat basses
Got the next best friend started scratchin' and breakin'
Snatch your racks and battery by the stack
EBK we don’t duck no smoke
Shank in my hand i might stab and your ass getting poked
Yall ninjas be moving to close
Tell your bitch she can’t handel
Sticky floors so they're dancing on the tables
'Bout to go, but your show
Took me so, so by surprise
I'm lost in your movement
I feel like we're
it ain't plastic
Savage stretch that pussy
But this F.N fantastic
Leave em shocked
Up the choppa, boy you don't want the static
Remember days being
You could neva hang wit us Got Platinum in my blunt
I Fuck her when I want, I Grab her by her butt
I turnt her to a freak, I fuck her like a slut
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