Lyrics:
Yep, yep, yep, beat it by the king pimp
Call mix if you wanna peep game simp
Freak daddy if you wanna get nasty, call freak momma fast g, fast g, fast g
riding with firearms cocked
Fire bomb box, set up by your mom's block
Go off on time, 'cause it's wired by alarm clock
I get his legs, you grab him by
it moving
On every single mix his skills improving
On the verge of doing something big
But he had to step back with the birth of his kid
He looked into
fling
Or the next man without the voice you sing
Don't play with my heart, it hurts, it stings
I ain't settling
For a half-baked ting
Need a full blown
is nonexistent
Been peeping your rhetoric, lots is iffy
You didn't invent the cult but you want to inherit it
If it's banknotes you're cherishing then
October the 6, nineteen 89
When the baby drop, introduce him to the world
That baby boy, name is Josh
Boy premature, I heard that he barely made it
hold up, I'm tangled in the cord
Here she comes now, you know what time it is
Meet me at the James I'ma throw her off the bridge
[Mike Street
boots, muddy tires
Wrap your baby in your jacket by the fire
Yeah, the girls 'round here, they got it bad
For good old boys in a camouflage hat
and mix it with the liquor yo
Niggas know to get cake I need these streets
So I'ma stay but I pray that I could leave these streets everyday
[Chorus]
down like it's Playdoh
Mix a full volume in Faygo
Jason did stick, he go play broke
Show that money now your face gone (Boom)
I ain't worried 'bout no
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100 racks stuff in the book bag
I den ran it up I ain’t looked back
Drip in high fashion n its mix match
Errything expensive this that lux
beating
There won't be a day that goes by where I will not be grieving
David, how could you leave them
And before I could feel any anger
It was my turn
consider the danger factor
One wrong move and you stay with Casper
You cannot fuck with us
Cup full of muddy stuff, been sipping purp
Crew full
to rough you up and call it tough love
You were my baby bro... I used to hate you so
Little pip squeak, always taking my favorite clothes
Kindergarten buried
different if you bread from it
Always knew ide get da bag
Full Throttle wit da gas
I'm a monster in a mask
Move it all was da task
How I'm living Now I'm
important to their parents
Church, school and family
Have been replaced by street, turf and gang
Twenty-one now and in paid full
Feelin' bad from all
Makin' a livin' robbin' fools
And if I let my nine rang out
You know, it'll make your brains hang out
So what's your fate?
Am I the nigga you love,
of love
It produce the same action
Wicks full of flame
Made ‘em set it off in traffic
Stretch ‘em like elastic
Then you toe tag ‘em
I don't like
weighing plates
Going interstate with a bag full of weight
I mix the powder with the dough cuz I'm tryna flip the cakes
I seen you at the station and we
luck
I seen them niggas they switched it was never love
Damn it was never Love
Mama told me you jump off the porch
In the streets gotta reap what you sow
checks like it was a pizza
You know how I do, boricua Lolita
I'm a bad girl and I take what I want
That's your baby papi callin' and he tryna eat it up
a glass case full of lost treasures and fossils
Got a right to be hostile, my love is gettin' gang raped
By an army full money hungry crocodiles
Quantity is
Original, the lifestyle, boom pow
Blowin' on the pound, puh-puh-puh-puh-pow
Way up in the cloud it's the hanger flame
Now let me show you how to maintain
baby momma
Hoe its money over bitches like a fraction problem
Now I ain't no mathematician
But we subtract some of the variables- I can show you what you
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