Lyrics:
to say but I don't be saying nun
Hop out start spraying sum, boy better be playing dumb
Cuz I got the evidence
Elegant with the flow like it's heaven sent
killa off Amelia East
So put two and fall
See I ain't with that boy
Cuz all I do is grab my
9 and break a nigga off
Somethin' proper, I will make you
finishing the album
Or virtual ceremonies
When drinks are meant to raised
Be sure to raise your glasses proudly
Milestones are confirmations that you're out
can I get it on my tippy toes
Can she give me head on her tippy toes
Ha ha I'm fool with it ok ok
Soulja boy tellem wat I say wrong
My album went
been feeling like my father barely knew me
Father's day I'm always at your grave, tryna find out what to say
But I always find myself introducing
Lately
It ain't safe for the black or the white girls
It ain't safe, it ain't safe, it ain't safe, it ain't safe
Tell your man pipe up, nigga, pipe up
got no one, then go have some fun by yourself
But whatever you do, don't let the door knob hit you on the way out
[Chamillionaire]
Niggaz was throwing
stacked and I'm ready for the parlay
On my back foot headed for an early grave
Tell me you ain't heard the name
Really think that we're the same
I been out
the opposition is warned
As long as a song, cause I was born
With instincts to kill, a grave mentality
Over the edge and you say you want to battle me?
At your own
the offense was penalized
I neva a simp I got the limp and all
Yall to high off Fentanyl
To notice that ya label out here pimpin yall
Every album i’ve released
take a trip up north i rather take ur life i ain't trying take a loss if i got get it gotta tale it by force
ahh yeah this is our year forget last year
three weeks are up
I'll come to her by night
I'll take her by the throat and
This I'll give your Tzietl
That I'll give your Tzietl
This I'll give your
book a trip out to Rio
End of the day, I got you on my mind
I got you on my mind I want you by my side, girl
Wish you were my, girl
Wish you were my,
figure out life on your own
And I'm a have to figure out mine
We on different paths and thats cool yeah
I just need some peace of mind
I'm still searching
Families get destroyed
By the Old Man
Half the time they don't even hear him
Other Half they let him in
Old man
Old man
Laying in ya' grave
Tryna
money for real
That lil' boy ain't run up no commas for real
Don't play with Baby I go million for million
I made it out, but yet I'm still in
opps into muhfuckin' rubble
You messing with me then, boy
You is in trouble
You making money, well, I'm making double
Put you inside of the grave, need
on the news
All my albums do numbers and you can call for proof
What you make in a month, for me a day of work
Say the word, I could let your bitch have a day
Pussy lil' boy, you is lame (yeah)
Put some more dirt on my name (yeah)
You gonna leak at your brain (yeah)
All of my shooters got aim
I just bought
yeah
The album name, damn it's a POISON
So many people may get poisoned
Man, the life can be poison
You can talk crazy, bring your boys in
to deaths door
I suck the entrails out of a ripped virgins cunt dry
The maggots fall like rain, blood is pissing down your spine
I am every living terror that
chicks don't wanna fuck with me
Iceberg, Slim baby ride rims
I'm so gutter, ghetto girls fall in love with me
You know him well by the name of Jigga
girls, drop your dresses
B-K lick a shot for Big Pop' in heaven
Ever since I came through, niggaz got the impression
everything I drop, out
it's my album bitch
So you can suck my dick
It's the life of King Sick they be envious
So I'm going to ball out til I fall out
While they rest in piss
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