Lyrics:
Like Like, Grah Grah, Mello-, Mello gang, Top of the chain, gang
Been outside, toting a gun, you better Not run, Shit ain't fun, you niggas are bums
I wasn't gon' make it
And I can't rap
Listen, jumped off the porch , I see a better life
Fake friends, they bums to' me
Running' up a check every
you driving a four by two
Log off, imaginary motion, I'm you ten fold
Shooter finna give yo brother wings like he Red Bull
My Off White is drowning,
I put my thumb in her bum, I ain't even take her for lunch
And this bitch got to tell me stop or I might fuck 'til the sun up
What up, what up
Let's
Real eyes
Sin between them thighs
Read about you
Wondered why
Fin on ten
When you walk by
Finna rub it out
Thugging love
Make it spout
But that's
Dubu dubu dubu daj
Basu dubu basu daj
Dubu daj by zadub'ować cały ten kraj
Dubu dubu dubu daj
Basu dubu basu daj
Dubu daj by zadub'ować cały ten kraj
Pretty little Sally sat up by the tree trunk
White miniskirt with a Betty Boom bum
She had a ass like Deborah Cox, face like Lauryn
Waist like
fuck you światu
Bum bum szukam sensu szukam spokoju
By zagłuszyć nadwrażliwość w sercu
Tysiące wersów ich setki zeszyty płyty
Teraz moda na wersy pisane
around
My mind has no bound
Half moon in the clouds
All doomed by my doubts
When I walk around
My mind has no bound
Half moon in the clouds
All doomed by
Go wale mommy
Go low
Go low mba
I need you by me
So low go low one time
Go wale mommy
Go low
Go low mba
I need you by me
So low go low one time
Idk
I don't know why this guy wants to die, thinking he can ride
Hand glide, certified, more side alongside
Drive-bys, broad day, no matter what you say
Johnny Ryall is the bum on my stoop
I gave him fifty cents to buy some soup
He knows the time with the fresh Gucci watch
He's even more over than
double O
Got that hundred bill flow
Yea it's me though, Problem, chachi
Pick a name ho girlfriend straight
Better have her on a rainbow
By the time I'm
come
Prolly eatin' Steak-umms, rappers is straight bums
They tryna get close to dudes I wanna move away from (huh?)
Watch how easily I replace 'em
Nigga, you need to git up, git out and git something
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git something
Don't
Nigga, you need to git up, git out and git something
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git something
Don't
yeah,
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
And if I were a daisy,
Sy sy sy sy sy
Would you still be my baby?
By by by by by
I would pull all my petals
And before sound scan, I'm ate by the streets
You, you real funny to me
Like a drag queen with heels and a head full of weave
Talkin' about Ki's, that you
Wendal, that's his name.
No one ever knew his name 'cause he's a no one.
Never thought twice about spending on a ole bum,
Until I had the chance
Maryanne, who's that man?
There's one thing that you should understand
You know many things that go unsaid
By the way one earns his daily bread.
He's
time to go
I pray the Lord hold me (You can be touched)
I was born in the city that never sleeps
Schooled by the realest of the real n****s
That
time to go
I pray the Lord hold me (You can be touched)
I was born in the city that never sleeps
Schooled by the realest of the real niggas
That
You'se will have the double juice duck, then I doubled up
To the double four, puddles pour from ya bum bot
Open swords can't be cured by the blood clot
and a player
Sometimes I bum hip-hop,the other times slayer
You don't like it
Well stay out of my fucking way
Duck for the gunshot and watch to the ricochet
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