Lyrics:
tried, nigga failed both times
I done took ya page to a million in a day
If you ask me nigga I'm your motherfucking cosign
I'ma hit the pussy ass nigga
the grand prize
I'm entranced by your looks, come and give the Shady franchise a push
You can get it in a can like some Anheuser Busch
Jeans too small,
and ran niggaz out of town
I ripped up mics, showin wack niggaz how to sound
Still your essence, was callin
By two gunshots, at close range, your frame had
"Hey man, can you throw one on?"
I'm with a blonde and my Johnson's what she's blowing on
I'm in the backseat, I nut, she catch it like a Pokémon
a backseat
I got your voice playing on repeat
In my head, in my head
Drop dead, I drop dead
You're perfect, enough said
Drop dead, I drop dead
I can't get you
of Nikes
As I strike, out the door, to my superb
Parked by the curb, candy coated bird
The sun got my candy lookin' good enough to eat
You can tell
written on your cooch
With rubber demands, condoms in your soft hands
I got plans for booty work to catch a lapdance
That skirt is workin,
call it Candyland
Metro PCS-in', without a data plan
This is lead babies, poppin' Ativan
Home of where them young niggas full up
Money get shown by
Look, I won't even cap, bitch, I'm fuckin' on your best friend
That lil' bitch a bunny, she be hoppin' straight from dick to dick
And she brought
I heard you niggas say you real
Why you act now?
Used to getting high by the way I been sipping act now
You niggas middle mans you can't really pull
new york
To break it down to straight english, what the fuck you want?
Remember me? you punk fagot crab emcee
Get your shit broke in half for fucking
[background ad libs by P. Diddy]
(Danger)
(Danger)
(Ah ah ah)
(Danger)
Today is the day we ride, you's a made your whole fucking family by
collection
Had to run it back, I guess I never learned my lesson
Keep it fluid, but I'm non-Newtonian
By lonely make melodies
Young Argonian in the mud
Coming
Uh, yeah, yeah yeah nigga uh, yeah
Its everybody ducking death by they
Skin or they teeth
That's me included I shouldn't be gone
Off at 23 and I
your brother gangsta Dresta
Open up the door so I can flow and let 'em know
That me and BG Knocc is good to go to make the dough
That's my little
You know what, I don't believe you either
So I tell you what, I'm coming up with a compromise
Yeah, just put your hands up
I only know it if your hands
like I'm in my Cadillac (never had one)
Never entertain a clap back
Your insecurity remains a fact (yeah)
I've warmed up and I do not relax
I'm not
purp and yellow
Watch me ball like you sittin with Phil at
ten car caravan, Astons Martins and all them hood whips
Them Cutlasses, them Cadillacs
That
me
They'll up and dump your ass next week, please
No matter what you'll never catch me
No matter what you'll never catch me
That old Sadboy shit does
of Phillies and I'm puttin em by the door
I'm ready to get my ride on hoppin side to side
got these hoes jockin, game recognize
rollin with my kinfolk, sippin
(damn)
The dope boys, they was my hero (damn)
Your bitch ain't nothin' but a free throw
Do what I want to a nigga, like I got a cheat code (damn)
That
close your legs, he got killed by what he said
A.R.P. kick it like a punt, nigga, got smoked, nigga, like a blunt
Nigga, got smoked, nigga, like a rello,
tradition down in Texas
Roll Cadillac we don't fuck with no Lexus
Bitch by my side in my ride lookin' lovely
Pour up out the paint we ain't sippin' on no
Hail a cab in the rain
Gotta catch a train
Happy hour on a weekday
Down by the barclays
All your fairweather friends didnt call bull
When you regaled
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