Lyrics:
The only way to find this dusty track
Is to let me be your guide
When the dusty track ends the homestead begins
With two enormous gum trees standing side by
your mind to blow, baby
When you free your mind and let it float
Let me roll
We want your mind to blow
Just let us hang with you
Hanging in
grabbed him by the coat
[ CHORUS ]
Baby
Don't try to save me
People
Just let me be
Fucker
I'm not your brother
Step back
Rick James, respect that
[ Slug ]
can tell him that Bobby V. told you so
You don't need to prolong, you can let him know
You ain't gotta hold on, you can let him go
I know you
may be seated
War ready
You got shooters, I've got shooters
We've got money
Let's do what them other niggas can't do
Mastermind
Nigga got
you ain't coming out
Got a Glock with a beam, nigga
Bullets come in your house
All my niggas get cake
Tryna stay up out the way
I just made another play
him crazy
White’ll drip on my wrists like
Before you feed the baby!
Tell Smack he need to pay me
You never been crackin’
(swoo-swoo) Cut before he go:
niggas be writing them statements I already read it (let's go)
They Offered me five caught my mans tried to give him a dime for his sentence
Up in the cell
I wouldn't give a fuck
I got my pistol off in every club
I got these drugs for real, for real
I got like 5 karats in my ear
I let this money fly,
the rules in my hood
If you touch me you get murked
We ain't with that back and forth, it ain't no rap, we hittin' first
G-5, we be at LIV by Sunday when
[11] - Get um up hit em up
They want to know what it is all about
They way that we roll down south
Start baby wit dope house josie wells gonna
there
tell you one thing
Ain't nothing like that buddah lova bomb shit baby
You right about that shit right there
You know, Is that right?
Heh heh
house and then he invited me in (say what?)
Then we sat on the couch, he put his arms around my waist (uh)
Knowin' I need lovin', then he gently grabbed
tomb
Let's presume I know a little to nothing about you
But assume that I'm tearing it up so why not
Consume by the fire them fumes
Leave you choking
where I play, Game nigga
Pull the Lambo in that Amy Ruth's, they know me in there
Gimme that corner table in the back
Let me get that fried chicken
On the passenger's side while I play with her kitty (mwah)
On eighty-five while I ride through the city (skrrt)
She took the G6, it's startin' to get wicked (woah)
know I'm cocky
Fuck another interview, I'm done with it
I don't give a fuck about lil' hoe, I let young hit it
I play the games of the thrones with
and they know I'm cocky
Fuck another interview, I'm done with it
I don't give a fuck about lil' ho, I let young hit it
I play the games of the thrones
a nigga got plex well bitch
What's cracking let me know
Kidnap your baby momma then we
Pistol whip that hoe
Do you like Benihana's? You'll get served
In
FnF
chorus
5 nights at freddys
the night could be deadly
I hope that you are ready
for 5 nights at freddys
verse 1
as you roam thru the house
and let me get down
can't hold back cos da Five's in your town
Everybody got to grab somebody wow let's party
BRIDGE:
Don't stop baby, baby shake if you
the income .. it's 5 of the digits tho
Y'all ain't gon separate us redlining houses
I jus take my lil fist
Hold it up to the Sky
Even tho it's been so hard
thirty-five (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Ayy, rock you like a baby, but you know I'm 'bout to keep you up
Welcome to my channel, and today I'm 'bout to teach
fucking nigga
So now I go hard and I stay in my mode
I'm bouta stack up the Swiss like Alicia
Come to my house baby I'd like to meet ya
Pick you up then I
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