Lyrics:
to God that everything was fine
(Swear) live by the code, you do the crime
Gotta do the time (Ayy do your time)
She from the Hills
Her daddy rich and she
the club
We throwed them hunnids not no ones
Throwing them hunnids we fuck them
Whole by the firm
Step in the club
Pocket full of hundred, no ones
Choppa
down in the ten by fo', controllin the house
We live in hard knocks, we don't take over we borrow blocks
Burn em down and you can have it back daddy
Meth on deck man, on deck
For e'rything routine right here
Routine, Gambino, that's that shit
Y'all thought it was over,
Yeah, yo
I'm in
heart and mind, models callin' on my line
Commas ima find and llamas by my side
Things I had to afford
They can't light my blunt why the fuck would I hand
tricks on me, I'm trippin' (Thought I was trippin')
And I always speak my mind, I'm so 'pecific (So 'pecific)
I see this brother shit we doin', this shit
Uncle Red, hey, yo, e-le-le poo-poo
Dirty brown Likwit flow thicker than the Yoo-Hoo
Dirt you dishing out, chef telling it all
Face down in the dirt,
Beanie soulja on this one nigga
Say it's your boy dexter dey here so o
One by one,aosha le para wa
She bad and she bad
She bad and she bad
She bad
real.
I'm 'bout to do my thing to shine.
Said everybody
Shine.
See'mon."
It's not luck that I'm sittin' here
Spittin' for y'all.
Preeld in by
talking:
hey bob, yes tom, guess what i just fucking heard man,
whats that, dayton familys tape there fucking talking
about us man and our momma's
to skip
So by any means I'm a double up and flip
Out here in this circus I'm a teach this money tricks
There's no second chances
There's no time to slip
defective
When the Goonies split forever?
‘Cause them niggas added Glu
(e) , then they couldn’t stick together!
Now you jokin’ in your rounds
Is how the fans
time spent towards me
& in turn, towards you, the listener, ya know?
This album is a reflection that you can do whatever you put your mind to
Follow
walk, bang to the beat
My album's the dope that I slang on the street
Make piñatas of foes, let 'em hang by the feet
Bat to the brain, then I aim for
go and hire those bitches
Shout out my mom and my dad and anyone else who puts up with my ass
I don't fall for tricks like they're ugly, I'm shallow I
clown, don't talk to me
Like that, looking stupid of course.
Living day by day and you ain't hard.
Trick, hell you say?
It's such a blessing when my
Come by the house and get nasty
I spit the real game
I rolled her in my Caddy when she yelled my name
I told her call me daddy
Trick nigga if you tell me
(chorus:harmony)
Heal yourself you got to heal yourself
(kid capri talks)
(big daddy kane)
Mama said don't do crack and smoke you know
'cause it
you pointed
We felt these feelings
Is there one single action that I can take
When it's a magic trick
When it's birthday cake?
I hope by the end that
Talking:
Hey bob, yes tom, guess what I just fucking heard man, what's that, dayton familys tape there fucking talking about us man and our momma's
the baddest bitch
That'll trick your daddy like Slip-n-Slide (woo)
On the mission, my opponent missin'
Wraith came with the solar system (true)
Strip club,
now how the hell do you
Explain my claim to fame?
From doin' flicks to bustin' tricks
Out the fuckin' frame
Got these bitches on my jock
Niggas on my
when I'm suddenly getting inspired it's like when I'm printing a fax comin' in
And album mode is like syncing the data by thinking of raps mumblin'
the gangsta, S-P-I-C-E
Yeah smell me
Yo five albums in the game
500 Benzo in my name
Five niggas in a bucket
Five zig-zags to the brain
To the greedy lil
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