Lyrics:
ain't no game (C'mon)
You gotta be wit me, for real (uh-huh)
'Cause it's real out here (uh-huh)
So make up your mind, cause I ain't got no time
God,
I always knew the truth
Black by nature
Tongue like razor
Hit chu wit da Sazon
I got flavor
Merengue, bachata
Nigga it’s whatever
Adoption is
Yeah Nigga, (young juve) all y'all niggas, (yall know what dis is) we
Don't ride dees no mo nigga, we in
Here wit flats nigga, we sittin' on lebron
Yeah Nigga, (young juve) all y'all niggas, (yall know what dis is) we
Don't ride dees no mo nigga, we in
Here wit flats nigga, we sittin' on lebron
I know he hittin' them switches, you know what I'm sayin'?
H-town, D-Town, Atlanta, GA, yeah
And all my niggas say, and all my fools down in N.O
, my coupe black
50 grand I blew that
I'm so fly they call me "Mr. I Can Do Dat"
Cause
[Hook w/ Rick Ross adlibs]
H-Town!
M.I.A.-yayo
That's how we do
will
I got this endo suckin me dry
I got this slut bitch suckin me dry
Bout to wet the bed up
It was the perfect setup
Bloody sheets (bloody sheets)
No
when I just said no thanks
That's why my pillars are not the regular mainstream raps
You clowns wack
I'm bringing Soul Umoja back wit the facts
Take
And hitta always strapped and it’s really in the seats
Boy I gotta stay in tact all these niggas tryna sneak
We ain’t really proud of that i’m just really wit
Spigg Nice got the flyin wit Jamaican chicks
it ain't no real ill shit, when L.B.'s in town
(Get up, Get Up, Get Up)
you know how we get down
with no fears we ready to ride the ending is near we sheding them tears
This midwestern link up gonna get this paper it's mine
Sit back in line cause
sheets
So much shit I ain't released
Penn state sweater that's the fleece
Pen stay sweating elbow grease
Ima eat her piece by piece
Never fold but peep
Town When Secret Indictment Time Came Around
Break A B!$$h Down Like A Pound & Spread Her All Around
I Was Out Of Bounds, Blowing Loud, Tryna Catch
throat
Lately I been thuggin all night
Off the Polaroid's
We don't really sleep no
Then I'm back to work
Hit the boulevard
Riding round the town
With
or lay down
Trinidad, Port of Spain to Spain Town
Me seh, when me reach di fun done
Dem cyaan' get no more bloodclot attention
Take a gyal man, some
weak
Now they hit me for meets
Went from we ain't doin nothing
Now she in my back Seat
This that late night creep
Shawty fucking wit me
She too cold
now
Don't say nothing that's how we like to keep it
My dirty little secret
Pushing cross the city wit my seat back
On my way to you , yup I need that
on come on come on)
c'mon I ain't wit that man
(Yeah, what, what)
Just throw my be back on
Yo, yo, yo
You know my mission ain't
black kart, shopper of the year
Around the world and back, with no Visa
I get it so hot in here, it give you feaver
The watch that I'm wearing right
da back at
Got the bag
and the cash
Got my back
from way back
And no cap
cuz I trust her
Even if she back back
But she only back that ass up
Won't hit you when I visit
No (No)
My heart is so chrome
(Yeah yeah)
(The one thing I can tell you as a Bredren dude)
(Don't trust no b***h, none)
Francis, M to the iz-H phenominal
Gun rest under your vest by the abdominal
Rhyme a few bars so I can buy a few cars
And I kick a few flows so I can pimp
Francis, M to the iz-H phenominal
Gun rest under your vest by the abdominal
Rhyme a few bars so I can buy a few cars
And I kick a few flows so I can pimp
Spark the embers n the leader paints a picture take a seat perch on the Cliff jump off
Piggy back rides so we gap that bridge
Bein friendly to fuckin
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