Lyrics:
a nigga play
we comin through about a hundred guns
On my mama, we gon bump
We got a hundred guns
On my mama, Imma hop out shooting one of em
You won't get
your bitch down then I walk it out
You can tell by the way I walk that I got 'em
Bail any girl that I wanna
Got bitches 'n marijuana
I can tell by
blank, snatch bank, runnin' like a track star
Heart pumpin' fast like I ate out the crack jar
No one saw me, made clean get away
That means that I still
a fool wit it we gonna bring 'em out again
Alright (alright) okay (okay)
I don't dance (I don't dance) no way (no way)
I just take my Louis rag out
a fool wit it we gonna bring 'em out again
Alright (alright) okay (okay)
I don't dance (I don't dance) no way (no way)
I just take my Louis rag out
this clean, I'm a classic man
Callin' on me like a young O.G, I'm a classic man
Your needs get met by the street, elegant old-fashioned man
Yeah,
their ears, I got a perfect licking mind
Bout to slide by their crib, point it out and put you down
Take what you want, tie they ass up
Just don't, get,
What it do
I’m poppin up with the crew
Got my fingers out the roof
And I’m watching em all get loose
You can have it
Cut the power
Whenever u bring
yawn, when will it dawn on 'em I'm a Don
Ridin' foreign, curtains drawn, gettin' blown by a blond, I'm the bomb
Terrorist, hella rich, wreckin' shit
Nigga
Probably wanna yawn, when will it dawn on 'em I'm a Don
Ridin' foreign, curtains drawn, gettin' blown by a blond, I'm the bomb
Terrorist, hella rich,
that beat
I get a bitch ignored, dirty feet
.45 made by Orbit, dirty teeth
Huh, dirty mouth, huh, clean it out
Lil' bitch ain't as freaky as she
Yeah, yeah Yeah
We ain't never went nowhere nigga
I'm speakin' from the rock bottom, got a problem I can solve 'em
Get your paper burn 'em out
life, hallelujah
Women, beautiful women
We're all better off with 'em
Right by our sides (ooh ooh)
Yeah, yeah
Sixteen, you get them keys
freeze , I spot yuh
Bring em out by the 2’s & the 3’s Yeah I got em
She gone love me it’s the rule of the P yes I promise
Every 304 needs a 16 yeah
dirty down low dough making it clean
And mind you I was only thirteen
A rebel with a cause
A street level hustler with cash
Coming out the pores
Breaking
the whole pie, I won't be denied Nathan
Maybe I need my head inside straightened
Brain contemplatin', clean out the register
Dip before somebody catches ya
escapin'
I want the whole pie, I won't be denied Nathan
Maybe I need my head inside straightened
Brain contemplatin', clean out the register
Dip before
this money
And see who needs a meal
If you had one mo' chance to save the fans
Would you just perform for 'em to make 'em dance
Or would you
Clean up yo
And see who needs a meal
If you had one mo' chance to save the fans
Would you just perform for 'em to make 'em dance
Or would you
Clean up yo mess and make
on a leash nigga
I smoke it by the pound what you talking 'bout
I dick your bitch down then I walk it out
You can tell by the way I walk that I got 'em
need help Because the black man is God
The government is after me And the worst is, black man is the Devil
I need help So this is to bring
need help Because the black man is God
The government is after me And the worst is, black man is the Devil
I need help So this is to bring
(breathless)
Indic den o ber kill ala Pablo (chili chili)
I bring the heat on beat
Everyday sipping on lean
Cooking them bars and clean
I bring the heat on beat
that's how you clean the plate (that's how you clean the plate)
Take him out, just like a date, I cater niggas every day (blrrt, blrrt, blrrt)
Ayy,
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