Lyrics:
shooter dice done got me paid
I'm outta sight Like Ace is to da Spade
I run it up now I don't even race
You runner up You come in second place
She run
the things that I do
And times are passing by lately, lucky to call you my baby
You make me feel so happy when the day feels shady
I guess in order to get
young girls want to be with it,
You ain't ready for the bed,
You still got a pussy like Isaac Hayes' head,
Come back in five years,
When ya grow
got killed off, yeah this the new season
That man got a big nose
Rat man by the window, just jump, do it
Bitch are you jealous that we all in Paris?
cup in HD
C-H-U double B-Z
I'm so fucking humble, you wanna be me
Snuggle and cuddle with a couple of double D's, D's
Leave 'em puzzled when they don't
Stick by my side and I'm ready to aim
Boy stop playing them games
Lettin' off shots double tap to the brain
I be whippin' in a range
Cost 100 bands in
in these ditches
You know last year a lotta Slobs made a mistake
They couldn't wait to join a gang so their lives to be take
By me - another down be -G
in these ditches
You know last year a lotta Slobs made a mistake
They couldn't wait to join a gang so their lives to be take
By me - another down be -G
Now when they see the double R, I'm like "Amen"
Come make I give you tori, when nobody know me
When I dey run from police 'cause if dem catch my kpoli
You only alive, on strength of another nigga
I've been nice all my F'in life
A big house I only slept in twice
Rhymes so dope, that it should be
Negus be like, nahmean
I'm in the studio, hahah
Dr Kwam is wanted for surgery
For certainly I know they heard of me
I murder rappers
I'm burning
would leave me
But you need me I never thought it would be easy
Not involved with difficult b**ches you know they are greedy
Double letters all they want
The F.A.H
You'll see why
Q.U
Double E.
N
Is the reason I must be myself
What else?
Well fame hasn't got me
Souped up
Selling out
Sloppy or poppy
usually represented by the
Combination put together better known as the
C to the C O double N E C T I O N
And then you have the C connection
Chorus: [MACK
seater (Hop in)
My momma say she a keeper
She got that stick
Let it spray on a creature
She in my dreams
Like who do you think you are?
Freddy Krueger
Nah,
a snitch
Split a wig, smoke a spliff, blow a kiss, hey!
I'm doing subpar, how are you? (How are you?)
I'm doing subpar, how are you? (How are you?)
I'm
stress
Brother man live your life
No let anybody to tell you otherwise
Take am jeje make you no go capsize
Life na turn by turn no be by size
As you dey
10
Yea
Don't speak on my work rate
Even when you can't catch up with the word play
Independent never need no workmate
Raised in the game better know
to g-e-t me
Off the s-e-t in my h-double o-d
Fuckin' around with the B-i-g
They'll be in a g-r-a-v-e
Mr. Officer, crooked officer
I wanna put your ass
Like who are you? Are you Hannibal?
Well I go to John Jay
So at the end of the day
You'll see me behind bars in two different ways
I never once recieved
take a token having you geeked off the emotion
Oh damn lil drip of the potent heavy E's for emotion
Heavy weed just to claim the need got a couple D's in
of a threat
I could see you were really bout the biz and it made me double-down cuz I had to submit
Girl you made me wait from the rip, had me thinking how
on the grass
Pipe in my hand cuz I'm smoking on gas
Take a big rip lay back and relax
Life gets by with a medical pass
I be smocking like Khalifa and D O double
stalling
The people are talking
the labels are calling
I cannot be late
Testing the kid then u made a mistake
Word to my bidness a hundred percent
I'm lit
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