Lyrics:
paws on em
Ima get It all
Just don't want momma to get the call
Her son caught by the law or laying inside a morgue
Them days is far and gone
My pain
niggas sitting while I'm steady hustling, I'm standing
So don't hold out yo hand for that money
That young nigga gone and ain't coming back
You live by
the floor
And I don't even need to bring a single gun to war
'Cause I be on some shit that they ain't never done before
Takin' over piece by piece,
She scrub em up, her legs that is
Fat puddy cat wit a head that's trill
The type of bitch have a nigga not paying bills
Fo real, by our God damn
a.m.,I always.....
Far from me to bite anothers rhyme
They're just too easy to write
I do'em two at a time
Like doggin' the wax and ya don't quit
And if
a trigger finger only make a little difference
Dark soul with the black liquor
Derek jeter with the sass in em
Oh he go hard with the Black em
All you niggas
[x2]
Pickin em out dtink a bacardi we wicked now
the bigger the cup the quicker we figure to fill em
up I'm sick in the mouth
[Baby Phil]
(7 Sign in
never liked ya keep a thousand yards stiff
When I'm mashin by, ya pussy posse ain't gon' appear
Like if I hopped out, told ya to run yo shit playa
outside, grrt)
All the blickys bring 'em out, drum stickin' out
Pull up, air 'em out (bap, bap, bap)
We pull up and hit 'em then change clothes (know
And if your boys a king, the bits a palace
Okay, three O2's that I sell-out, man, I'm such a sellout
Might fuck around and bring Adele out
Me and Flipz
incarceration
Eh yo, liffy stokes, let 'em know what's happenin'
[liffy stokes]
A nigga been hustlin' so long, god knows I've done so much wrong
I was 16
Eh yo, Liffy Stokes, let 'em know what's happenin'
A playa been hustlin' so long, God knows I've done so much wrong
I was 16 grown and holdin' chrome,
flame, Bang it
Tie him to the tires and it’s raining, Bring em
They can be straight up but they don’t like simple
Should be in jail how I kill
Stick em out, knock em out
Let you know what I'm all about
Silencer with the rap
San Diego on the map
Stick em all, kill em all
guaranteed to buck em all
a steak,
Smashed in like my balls went and stepped on a rake.
Lonely island!
Grammy nominated, yea!
Hit 'em again!
Yo straight out the box with
in
The rhymes I bring out more
It's the style that I'ma kick
Simon I got em all over my dick
Nobody's ever been able to do
The shit I do so fuck you
I'm so confused
See you with another dude
Don't know what to do
Guess I won't sleep
Cause it won't bring nothing new
I'm so confused
See you
the dirt, nigga can't you tell?
Don't I ride by in that SSL?
Snoopy had to get it on, ball, beat ten of y'all
I'm just tryna show 'em how them men evolve
drake
I got a cougar chicc with an older kid
I pull up she listening to Tank
Down south
Where the big clouds bring the gas out or
The thunder and rain
Lil
to maintain
Up be up all night
Getting ready for what the day brings
And I promise you and I are not the same
Cut from different cloth
And I did some shit that
migraine outta my pain
I will admit I get a little out of mind games, so play 'em
I'm like the mist from a fine rain
You'll never bring all of me down
'Cause
Give me something then I might be amused
I'm a mystery, this is no Blue Clues
Find a mystery like Scooby-Doo
Talk behind my back, I might bring my
Gave my nigga work, how he bring a lil quarter back
Thought he moved birds, moved birds, Red Auerbach
Nigga where they at tho, work em
Just a week ago I
to the game
Cant be selling c.d's 'n' still selling dem thangs
Cause bitches drop names 'n' bring a lot of problems
'N' puttin' something in they head
Discuss these bring em out by ti Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In