Lyrics:
ya (yeah)
About 5'4", my .45 is live (uh, uh)
Don't ya get live? Never judge your man by size (uh, yo)
[Chorus]
I'ma do my thang,
to get this off my chest
You a bitch if I'm rappin'
And you say you not impressed
Your input does not add money to my check
Who the fuck about to do this
Need to get a lot of
Stuff off my chest i want everyone
To know that your dreams
Are not invalid this is
An autobiography of ideology, I need to do
neck and I might glisten
The ultimate connect
I'll get you anything you need
From good credit to good weed
I can make any woman succeed
Control you with
your man
Somethin' like Kris Parker
My Uzi weigh a ton
Hundred niggas on the track
Then you know I'll be the one
To tell niggas to suck cock
Run and get
a fuck though
Got a mean rebuttal
Try me! See where your luck go
You know what though?
I'm what you don't get a second chance at
Think you can chance that?
makers
You gon get bars straight from this
Foreigners phone like jail breaker
I get rid of your bars like bail bondsman
Since you don't wanna sit in
that
Just do your dance, get in your zone
No they can't take you out that
From Chicago to L.A.
Houston, Miami
All the way to Saint Tropez
There's
bitch and
Her lips phat
I just rolled a bag
Then I hit that
You got her a bag
It's a big bag
You got her a ring
So she can brag
Little do you know that
pockets and hand
But I carry out orders from no man
'Cause anything you wanna do I already did
You used to see me rock the house when you was a kid
But in
pockets and hand
But I carry out orders from no man
'Cause anything you wanna do I already did
You used to see me rock the house when you was a kid
But in
the city looking
Back, you can actually
Pinpoint this transition, the very moment
Meek realized he could do this
Forever: he marked it
By cutting his hair
Watchin' him get dragged away
If you wanna get this lil nigga back safe
You better do every motherfuckin'
Thing I say we got guns like the CIA
Fuck the FBI
I was dying.
But I just had the clap.
It was Fiesta
and I had the clap.
What to do in Rio,
when you can't even pee-o?
I had a bum time,
though it
pain
I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store
Pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear
(hair)
else
She does have a point do you feel you
Get the proper love from New York?
Hell fucking no
And I never understood that because
You ran the same
Her legs in the sky, she 'bout to get Broadway live (get live)
I can see it in her eyes
She 'bout to get Broadway live, f'in with me
Yo, do you
to have you as
The first male cover for Modeliste Magazine!
MGK: Tight
Modeliste: Can you share with us what your
Favorite look was from today's shoot?
coming back for you one day
You can see it from afar, we were riding that wave
Blinded by the lights, and it's something I crave
We didn't want
can do is feel ya
Remember
You’re on your own yeah
Ooh ooh ooh
Living under the lights on
Broadway
Where anything can Happen
There’s no to limits here
to cuss cause you left your ticket behind
And I reach into my pocket
And say I thought you might
So I got it, yeah I got it
Annie's on the rooftop reading
and hand,
But I carry out orders from no man,
'Cause anything you want to do, I already did.
You used to see me rock the house when you was a kid,
But
pockets and hand,
But I carry out orders from no man,
'Cause anything you wanna do, I already did.
You used to see me rock the house when you was a kid,
But
smoke again
Ayo, who's that, it's Lil EZ
Back from the dead, eggs over easy all over his head
I can cook you an omelette and shove it down your throat
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