Lyrics:
plane
Sammy j
Y'all some goofs
You some diamond back lames
Turn ya speakers real loud
So you hear what I'm sayin
You can't merge in my shit
Cause This is
possessing our human form
We live life searching for greatness since the day we was born
And as we bow our heads at night rich wealthy or poor with dislikes
possessing our human form,
We live life searching for greatness since the day we was born
And as we bow our heads at night rich wealthy or poor with dislikes
John McCain, you can't lift your arms up
These po-ranhas, live by a certain code of conduct
Fuck fly hoes and blow ganja
He a prophet, predict shit
And I heard ya album, this must be something you're new at
'Cause I rather hear a Lil' Wayne/Lil' Zane duet
My cellphone stay ringin', like a slap in
bra I know you waitin' on that day to jump,
But keep ya head up boy because its soon to come,
Cause you know the streets miss you they ask about you
feel like we protect each other from the shit that we go through, aaahhh
[Outro: Dedric]
(bow-bow-bow)
Get you a real 1-1-1...
Get you, get you a real
feel like we protect each other from the shit that we go through, aaahhh
[Outro: Dedric]
(bow-bow-bow)
Get you a real 1-1-1...
Get you, get you a real
way
And I got to thank God
Shit it's like I seen it all mane
And I got to thank God
Bow ya heads as we all pray
And I got to thank God
I'm flippin'
cocaine
Fifty niggas always riding wit Lil Wayne
My rees string up bo's fall halfway
I'm jumpin' out a tree with a camouflage AK
I spots my target
and these messy hoes poison
That's real i cant ignore it jit
I miss ya it got me pouring Liq
Pour liq' out for lil cuh then take it to the head
He looking
sound like a tank
This shit might here might blow ya' brain, this shit might sound insane
Lil Vino got caught with that fuckin' pole, bitch, he was
written
School just prepared all my niggas for the system
We go missing, bitch, won't catch me in no prison
Bow ya head in prayer my nigga
Bow ya head in
tapped her for real
I ain't with the frontin yo
We can get the bumping .45 get the dumping
Turn ya head to pumpkin
Bout that actin like a stuntman yo
I
Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by
Name Me Fresh
Written By B-fresh
Produced by Donald XL Robertson
Name Me Fresh
I wasn't shit so I made the world call me Fresh
Meaning a brand
til they touch my shoulder
(Bow)
General a' skeng can ya teach me to load her
I am the captain don't tek man for joker
(Bow) lil bro can ya follow
talkin' about a measly nine shots
Yeah I'm chopper happy and my wrist loose
Call me Goldie, I'll smack your b*tch too
[Verse 7: Lil Wayne]
Five oh four
[Lil Wayne talking]
I like my seat down low and my window slighty
Crack'd ridin wit a bad hoe and her girlfriend in the back. I
Like to get real
wanna fly with me
You must be on quack, get it
This shit is real dog, me and Tymonie since we was lil dog
I O Yella'd the B, I had to kill dog
Circle full
head, ya'll suck bad, fuck swag and your kicks from South Japan
I'm finna to be the best in this profession
I've been invested all my life, so wipe your
Na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na
I was the first one fuckin' that bitch
I was the first one hittin' that shit
I was
[Verse 1] (Bow Wow)
Fresh from the dealer ship I cop three phantoms
Millionaire shades keep ya boy so handsome
Don?t hate see I played with the cards
it off they chest, I ain’t got time for no gossip ass hoes/I’ll throw these bows/and ya nigga just got exposed 2xs
Trick I’m a real ass bitch I don’t
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