Lyrics:
on a bitch
I see you hugging all your fans, you should cling those years
This shit is easy kells, I really wanna see those tears
While your whole city sees
by the look got these niggas shook
I'm a vet and you steady rook
Posted on the scene, sippin' lean
That promethazine sippin' on codeine
Play with Jesus
touch at all
And I don't even feel the same love when we hug no more
And I heard it through the grapevine
We even been beefin' now
After all the years we
they stand-by
I come truer than a dream, and youse a damn lie
With that anti-rap, complainin' about this and about that
Sounding bitch like, that
the seven
Nigga keep ya chirp on alert just like nine eleven the
12 kreepin threw the hood like jason keep it moven
Friday 13th but bitch this ain't
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(Chorus)
Im riding hard in the donk/
Lookin big in
albums since
1976 step it up! Alright? Damn
Jimi Hendrix is
Dead and he puts out three a year
For God's sake
I read an article somewhere that that feller
Mm-hmm, ye-yeah..
Here come a bitch with the fly puss', and a nigga with the fly
dick
In the Mickey and Mallory mode, rollin through the streets
demolished
I gotta let you know that this is years in the making
I'm sure you can tell by the product
This shit is instinctive
All of ya hate is vindictive
a Dub
Caught my first case at twelve years old
So don't make me catch one more
I can move back to my old ways
On top of these pussies like Always
Spying
bitch you look like a clown
Overwhelmed
Gonna have a mental breakdown
One year
Five months and Twenty-one days
One year
Five months and Twenty-one days
R.I.P. Ty-Ro may he rest in peace
He died 9 years ago when his album released
I'm not sure anybody heard it when it hit the streets
It had a cute
Yo, Dest'n?
Remember where we grew up?
Was always at your granny house, we would be living it up
Was tryna to get that cash by cutting grass, wasn't
to come by(Yeah)
Twenty-one years up on this earth and y'all still sleeping on me
But you watch don't interact so you peeping homie(Watch)
I came a long way
Yeah, yep
Fuck your religion, this exactly what you prayed for
Fuck your ambition, this exactly what you aimed for
Fuck your bitch, that's exactly
acquired a team
Motivated by bad bitches and rockin' Supreme
Now the whole world wonders what's his next move
That all depends on what I feel that I need
I'm on 10
I'm on 10, but I got this .9 with me too
I'm geeked, just rolled up an .8th in the booth
Got .7's for low and a 6 on my roof
I'll be there
I beat yo' ass twice and you still here
Seven years old, think you run this house by yourself?
Nigga, you gon' fear me if you don't fear no one else
I beat yo' ass twice and you still here
Seven years old, think you run this house by yourself?
Nigga, you gon' fear me if you don't fear no one else
your ass iced
And get your bitch's head sliced Seven E ain't nice
See playing gangsta ain't no game cause once you get game over once
That's it cause
(bass) How low can you go? (Go, go, go)
I'll have to move my yay across San Di ya yo
(Ya yo baby)
Westcoast, tax free, money is a bitch
(beotch) these out
the dooch powder
Summer's Eve, I drop degrees chill
Come four by four, lose one like Dru Hill
Stay fly till you air sick, now that's ill
Two choices,
Come four by four, lose one like Dru Hill
Stay fly 'til you air sick, now that's ill
Two choices, either squeeze or peel, now that's real
What
nigga, ayy
An imaginary rich nigga, ayy
Seven figures hold that slimmer than my bitch figure, ayy
Goin' digital and physical on all y'all, ayy
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