Lyrics:
currency by the stack
M town reppa liquor sippa and the souths on my back
[Chorus 3x]
I got that cake, I got that cake
These suckas see me out here flossin
The door is coming off the hinges.
About to pass out - No doubt it's hot in here.
Because the club is full of bitches
Its wall to wall and I
has a lot of truth behind
That's what I call a cool form of expression
It's never too late to learn a lesson
By self mockery is how they criticize
an earthquake
Make them bitches get down and pass it to you on a slate
Then my odyssey sees many Gods, I thought I see you flinch
Don't mind him, yo, drag him,
homie, dodgin you bitches
Mobbin these switches, bouncin through the light in the rain
My niggaz mafia connected, spendin life in the game
No turnin back,
But I'ma say a
A mothafuckin' Bronx playa
I went from eatin' outta trash
To walkin' and pushin' the E-Class
From chickens, to fuckin' bitches
claimin' Denver Avenue
And ain't goin' like
I fuck Crab bitches too with my hat on
I peel the Crab hood get my gat on
Flue hat and flue strings, you
the mack]
[Jacka]
My momma raised me like a mack
So I stuck wit it
Tight you want to remain wit yo Mrs.
Then keep them bitches out my side
Ain't havin' no
twisted with lime and gin
These bitches they hoppin on them players
Makin mail in this game they coochie poppin
And want to lay us
Wicked widows wit bodies
livin my life like a kingpin
Everyday livin by the trigga 'cause I'm all in
Cheddar chasin', no time for no stallin
Money, weed, cars, hoes, big ballin
know I clown
Pistol whippin and strippin em
Down to they riches, rapin they bitches
Nigga it's a, jack move, 187, count yo blessin
Hollow tips
fuck I hate to win if I play
This game ain't no joke, how can I be broke
When I on the streets 24-7 and mo'
I wamp stack in ? by spittin' it real,
relentless in battle with camoflauge,
Still at large, takin' charge, dogg I'm holdin' bars
(Insane)
Down with my rounds, Lil' Insane breakin' bitches off,
of the Nazarene
Fucking whores divine
Bitches in black and white
Cumming on the cross
Satan, now it's time to rise
Take me, to stand at your left
if it is, gone speak the truth
Please don't tell 'em wrong 'cause if you do, then you know you through
Bitches I'ma grown ass man makin' grown man
something and get your mothafuckin ass beat down
That's right bitch ass niggas, y'all do what bitches do
And if you rollin' with that nigga, then you's
wanna approach us
[Baby]
I'm the O.G. nigga 'bout money and bitches
Know how, ta flip a brick and deal with ditches
My brother K.C. told me how ta kill
as momar
Spread thy (leathery) wings over the stars
For I summon thee with blood
And by the power of the black Craa
Gah de teloch od qting
Evil angels
all you mark ass bitches
Now stay your ass behind doors and out of my business
What you sniffing, thinking you could walk up
You best kick rocks or your
Ready to bust from dust 'till dawn trailin' stanky bitches home
It's serious business, a true can't be slippin'
Gettin' took out the establishment,
brother AKA best friend
I was there for myself and Big Hoss in the pen
In this life of sin it takes me gin to get by, no lie
I steady blaze and forever
illegal aus Moskowa
Importiert in 'nem Koffer
Sitz' im Mercedes SLS, sie liegt neben mir
Praktischer Wagen für Drive-bys
Hab die Fenster zu, öffne die
Murder, murder someone you never heard of
What you need to be scared of, pullin' your bitches skirt up
Swimmin' with womens surfs up, blue Jordan
this shit
In the up neck chokehold
*chorus*
Yeah I'm bat lil nigga bout to keep the block hot
And I got them bitches scared when they hear
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