Lyrics:
we ain’t related
But the glizzy in them Denim Jeans
Bitch boy bitch boy bitch boy you just bitch made
Fuckin wit me lil shawty get your rent paid
side (ooh)
Go now boy, get your vest, protect yo' neck, kill for fun
Watch how they run and scatter when I go and pull out my gun (gun)
Call me
The way I play the game you
Think I'm smoked by the chronic
It's the Boy Scout
Stand for LBS from East to West
I'm still gonna bring it to your chest
My
lames.
This is,
Young lacking for joy.
Your bitch is coming for me,
Been a bad little boy.
Need all my habits destroyed.
Been in a sad little void.
Ever
dwarves, a grandpa
And you act like the Avengers Assembled
I'll make your throat burn like
A roasted Adam's apple
I expand land on my camels
You fall off
, Montana, we in this bitch
What they talkin' about?
I'm Coke Boy, Montana, we in this bitch
What they talkin' about?
Bombs are giong off inside your chest
It
out on that day
Black boy, black coat
Stood around the corner as he passed slit his throat
He didn't fall so he fired
One to the middle of his
and a second to die
It was crazy how it happened
Some niggas rolled by in the Riviera capping
All I could see was a pistol spitting rounds
And the boy was
even if you standing on my grave
I got Mastro money, boy, your pockets on Denny's
Yeah
The GOAT, a legend, a god amongst men
Greatest producer alive,
to hear it, giving God the glory
They said I wouldn't make it, they said I wasn't fit
Mc Hammer swag, to legit to quite
God done pulled me out the grave
You thought I went for the flip,
But I'm bustin' off hip-hop, clip after clip.
I kept you out there, ripped you for your wear.
Jump inside your
manifold entreaties, many a tear,
Many a sad kiss by day and night renew'd
(Sure that all evil would come out of it)
Besought him, supplicating, if he cared
the fuck you spill lean on a BB Simon?
A real dope boy don't do consignments
Ten times out of ten, I'm bound to rob 'em
They say "Pap act like he
Got
my son
Aight send that boy
Yeah, that's my lil son, he dumb
Referee official, stretch you out, he dumb
He ridin' round with a fishin' pole
Look
From the cradle to the grave
From the cradle to the grave
From the cradle to the grave
From the cradle to the grave
June 16th, 1971 mama gave birth
is what you make of it
And I'm makin' a lot of it
See that's a quadruple entendre
Jay Z eat your heart out
Joell Ortiz, Brooklyn, New York
But
to God quicker
Couple shots a have your grave dug by them grave diggers
Please come for us
We giving muthafuckas dirt comforters
I'm a made nigga how you
shit, I push eject
Then I throw it out the window with the rejects
And when the hard core rappers go soft
I like to watch when they ass fall off
Cause
Watch him do designer drugs by the gram, get what they asked for
Life be action packed but don't nothin' distract from the cash flow
Dope boy fashion,
purpose after all
So say your last prayer
Because I determined your fall
Soon you will die in pain
A sparkle in my eyes
Says you're running out of time
the grave
Until the grave, bitch
Oh snap, we should cancel 2020
Break up in the bank, blow the safe and throw some twenty's
I been out of quarantine, y'all
might have an album
'Til then, just keep on shoutin'
From the top of your mountain
It feels great
'Til one day you have the urge to create
And people hate
Cribs in Atlanta, out in Vegas too
Out in Ohio it's Stanley, Manzelli kept it true
Lebron know the play, get your checks nigga
Busy gettin' mine, can't
Similar to me familiar
County hound comin' to burn your whole city up
I catch ya up in the club
Empty the fifth on ya
You all know it's pussy
By Vivica
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