Lyrics:
by the body used to be a dancer
One hand on that pussy ridin' dirty
Bitch im thuggin'
This for my bro's locked up in the dungeon
I could've called it
know what's going on over there
Ruger
Keep talkin', I'ma hang you by your tongue
Off the Def Jam building, wait for the cops to come
Little bum, fuck
designer
Im bad n I'm boujee
Ran up my money
You know I get to it
Act like a fool
Butchu know what you doin
Don't fuck with people
Who pickin
to double back
My brodie been been doing bad
Made a 100 racks
Just to split it cause that's the fam
Money booty booty money and sleep
Thats how i be spending
do)
Ewww
Let ‘em talk
While they talk
Me and you
We’re gon’ figure this out (let me tell you what we gone do)
Ewww
Would you stick by my side
If
how you flip it
I'm sure appalled
By how the blood is dripping
On sword he fall
He feel his stomach ripping
His mum is tripping, brother
Never
nigga gotta keep drugs in his system
He playin’ the whole time but
We do not hit him
Feel like Chuch Norris, this money I flip it
Xan a magician, Make
an M by
The time I'm twenty-five I'll prolly
Go jump off a bridge and
Try to relive my life
A nigga workin' too hard to remain
I'd realized all of these
got there, I put in hard work
I know you wanna get this money, you gotta be smart first
Pay attention, write this shit down, and repeat my verse
I
He tells me to believe in Jesus
And steals the money from my hand
Some say he was a good man
But Lord I think he sinned, yeah
Twenty-two years
that
One day it's comin', because I love you
I gotta show that
That shit ain't my business so leave
Your pants right by the doormat
And I got what you
and looters and sirens
I could die any day, I got affiliates, I am not new to this drama
Deep-rooted in karma, no Buddha my foolies turn you to exotic
We do
My best friend's mama gettin' sicker by the day
Cancer took over her body, got her all in pain
My homie goin' through it, I see it all in his face
To the big games but you know just how I do
Adapted to these new ways of living, getting money and sinning
Go together like denims diamonds and women
get hot like summer
Cuz I be the man, look deep into my eyes
Bitch y'all get scared by the 6 foot 6 wise guy
Mr. like shoot it out wit the police
Mr. I
love for you, a whole lot of it
That's what I got to offer, baby
You know what I'm sayin'?
Got a lot of money but that ain't what I'm tryna give you
stay
I'm the truth in these streets
Sitting in a black home
Front door and full of some'ing
Black on some black chrome
I grind full time, till my money
runnin' game, I ain't got nothing to gain
By lyin' to you 'bout this life, but something is strange
If the highest joy is found in created things
Instead
on that business when you see me, huh
Yeah, mh, told 'em
My cousin a big Crip and walk 'round shit just like a Smurf and
We got 556 lock to the people
Ooh, stink, we can facetime but you can't get a link
You ain't fuckin', you ain't suckin', then I'm Gucci great (get the fuck out my face, bitch)
pop duke
And my handicapped brothers and sisters, and we had no loot
That's when the Feds came by
And surrounded the house
They had automatic
relocated to tha Rose town
Told me ‘get my money on' now ‘pimps up hoes down'
I knows now all about appreciation
Nathan really in tha 2000 a straight dope
ngolo t'pasta, ngolodo
Eeh, aah
Baby, my baby
Bo de nshe shemi koma yemi, yemi
Iye, Iye, Iye
Pemi, ko pemi
Toba ti da'le shole pemi
Pemi
Make we feel
energy make dem stay far
Make dem allow me chase the paper
Down on my knees say my prayer
E con be like God no won answer
Kilode ti aye fi le
Oba so funmi
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