Lyrics:
send me to the Gravedigger
Iiiiiiiiiii you can't compete with the team something like Freddy I fuck up your Dreams
It can deadly I fuck up the scene
I
fly guy, I'm in love with you
The Casanova legend must have been true"
I said, "By the way, baby, what's your name?"
Said, "I go by the name, Lois
then coward duck your head
You don't know who you be f***in with you'se better off...dead
Is what I say, best run the other way
In case of physical
P with no limits and my soldiers don't fold
Found love outside of the Monte Carlo
86'd for a bitch when I hit my low
Dug my own grave and hung my rope
sheesh)
I like the way you lick the bowl (sheesh)
Somehow your method touches my soul (sheesh, yeah)
It lifts me up to heights unknown (ayy)
So when
life because of it
Told ya, game don't never get old
[Verse 1]
East Lessler Way, Apartment D, see thee bad memories
Used to be the, one with no TV
Take
Make plans with your crime family
Get money money, take money money
Get money money, take money money
By age 19 Tyheim is turned out
He ain't talkin'
my plan, funky-ass sedan
Laid down with the vogues, money in my hand
Hair all whipped up
Carload full of freaks with the butts
I used to cruise around
cart
You fell in love with Kali Ma, but now it's time to take your heart
These niggas want to take it back like civil rights and Rosa Parks
Okay,
and if I see you we gon clash
Clash, all I do is clash
Mix the Pucci with the Gucci
I don't like my clothes to match
Clash, all my shit be clashing
I
I'm getting by with my wicked ways
I'm loading up and I'm taking names
I wanna dig my way to hell
I wanna dig my way to hell
I'm getting by
If you hatin' don't shake my hand
Take it easy, homie
Reminiscin' sitting in that Benz
Of the twenty two bus stop way back when
With the 22, 5 shot
grabbing you and your friend
Cause we finna turn it up and do this shit all again, hey
Now get loose
She gone mix in the juice
She gone mix in the juice
She
gauge
So back up, don't play me close
Most boast to be the best, but you can't, and will never
ever in your life, come close to a mic, assassinator
I'm
the mix and all that shit)
Knamsayin, word up (Make it make it a record real quick, do yo' thang)
Throw ya seatbelts on, ahhight?
(Yeah, hook it up
fly guy, I'm in love with you
The Casanova legend must have been true"
I said, "By the way, baby, what's your name?"
Said, "I go by the name, Lois
slow
Rollin' with your posse is the only way to go
The girlies by the college were lookin' for a ride
We tried to pick 'em up, but we had no room inside
shit
Movin' through the city with your boo type shit
She's ready to suck it up like soup type shit
You goin' against the guys and you gon' lose type
back
My grandma
She grew up in Hungary
And I don't think
She was that poor
But at some point
The war started
And they sent her to
Auschwitz
And she
on sight, flashing lights I came by and I made the game highlight
In the back with this bitch And you know that I hit I
Came back in the mix and she came
Need it all in a bad way
You couldn't see me on a bad day
Cause my worst shit better than your best shit
I'm getting money, I don't care who you have
to the plug everyday except Cinco de Mayo (true)
I still got me a Carlo
Still got Monte Carlo
Your car runnin' so bad, it stink up The Apollo
Call my
source it
BNE that’s where the sauce is
I don’t deal with losses
Talkin if the topic’s profits ayy
Lucky luciano
Capone carlo ye gambino
Talkin lansky
a physician
Like a Space Shuttle I'm on a mission
Homeboys and girls, don't be afraid
Because I'm down by law with Mix Master Spade
You never heard my voice
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