Lyrics:
Hatin And Some
Young Niggas Wit Me
Put A Beam On A 12 Gauge Buck Shots Spread
I Could Aim For Your Legs N Hit U In Ur Head
Like A Soldjha We Sleep Wit Our
life
I don't know, on my life
Yo, nigga check the stacks, check the results
We in your top five by default
I swear to God we're putting UK rap
it (let me get some more vocals, yo) (ay, ay, ay, ay)
Turn me up though, I'ma just do it (woo, woo, woo, woo)
See the pretty young girl
Wall, with the wood out my grill
I can do a girl wrong, and she goin' be by me still
I can get caught cheating on my feet, maybe she will
Never leave,
both be part of something greater
Something perfect
I find myself praying for 'Ye
That's more than real
His life's a controversial picture
By Jordan
tryna visit
Tired of people acting like I won a lotto ticket
I'm still gon' get it by any means
I'm still gon' get it by any means
I'ma go get it by any
on this album
But this is the last track before the bonus tracks
So let's do something a little more fun
Little more lighthearted, here's what we're gon' do
Quarterback rap, improve your jewels
Fuck silver, we sport platinum and black
How platinum is that?
Snatch my album, from y'all capital saps
It's
the blood that's on the hands of the damn illuminati
Told myself when I was young, doin' classes with my mommy
That magic 'bout be my newest hobby, who gon
Yeah, grown up thug shit
I fell in love with crime at a young age
I was into dark shit
So much pain, I didn't fear anything
Destined to be a king,
know this was supposed to be for my album tho?)
(Oh whateva)
(Its okay)
When I send a sickness (ease down) dark soldiers
Fallin' in with flying
to follow my neighbor
When Luigi's wouldn't pay us
We was too young, still went everyday as soon as school done
He used to float by in the black Lex,
black as the strap I'm using to hit the rival
Last album was great but I know this one is greater
I made it this far as a great tastemaker without
never get rich surrounded by broke customers
You gotta learn to maneuver through the tight spots
Dirty bike cops keep searchin' a nigga Nike socks
I
all kids vacate
Testy to press me like a can of spray paint
Cause by the time a policeman appears
They'll be cuttin down the bodies I hang like
Ima just do it
Ima just do it
I do it, Ima just do it
I do it, Ima just do it
Ima just do it
(Ima just do it)
See the pretty young girl
At the church,
lights
I'm a wolf, black version of Twilight
These rap nigger's too thick, they make a plight
This is a rap sticker, I heard your album
But like
Buy my album, coded by Dirty, set you free
Go against the grain, I got the p
I know you don't recognize me now
I dunked your tongue
How many
Artist: lolly thee illest ft Young2unnbeats
Album Title: black Mary
Track Title:birthday fat
Track No: 2
Birthday fat !
Pause or pass
You can never
Never imagined you not being here
Every album man I shed a tear
As a young'n used to have me in that trap house
If mama knew back then she'd probably
look who got tha ocean
Gotta win tha game like it's my final token
Young black fellas from Morris County
The price on my head is the highest bounty
I
Yuh, ay, yuh
I'm on my classy shit
Huh?
You best be using your manners young man or you're gonna see damages
Oh my god
And please do not speak while
Sprinkles
Better give your ankles respect
And if you didn't know
I'll be coming for your neck
And this culture ain't white
But black
So think twice 'fore you
Back cuz some rappers went missing
Back to the past, niggas mad cuz I did it
Back to the back lil niglet
Back cuz they asked for the young black menace
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