Lyrics:
Mandy’s
We stay with them bob da builders
Tell them boys they better not panic
Every time I ball without em
I Remember when they left me stranded
Jeezy]
Just got a hundred of that brown paper bag money
You niggas really wanna talk money?
Shit real that's all I could tell 'em
Just rap 'em up good
'em, I'm gonna tell you, they're gonna take you on a different ride
Like, Westside is gonna put you in a, in a mind state of a, um
Lemme see, how can I
a gang
Boy, what you claim?
Throw up your gang
Switching four lanes
And our whip not the same
Low down, dirty
Put you to shame
What is her name?
the fanny, gimme dat.."
Nah nigga I had that shit nigga
Ey, I just wanna be free man
Ey tell em off of one roll of rock nigga
Out the box, roll
better, cuz I'm baking everyday
Unaffected by the hate,You a lame and you late
Its a shame, its a shame, Ha I'm still getting paid
If we beef like Soulja
scare you, I can tell 'cause your shivering
Lyrics label wit an X and not a G
I say fuck the police, yo, so now they after me
I'm wanted by the law so
gettin leathal an I,
you know the drama boys, down fo life the Suave an I, to the dirt,
drama boys, wit Ball got drama that will work,
make 'em
nutty like Almond Joy
My boy toy IE got to sleep and eat
Got the sweets and who got the freaks?
Beat it up like a ass whipping
The album dropped
the mic on
For the check that I sign on, tell me what I'm worth
Sleep when it's bedtime
Gave up the airtime, whole city graveyard
Most of these dudes
the fact I'm a talent like Soulja-boy is first in everything on the socials, my shit is global
"Smokey is bad" I got rap on my shoulders, time passes by
Tree by Fall Out Boy
Jimmy Eats World Bleed American
Red Hot Chili Peppers Californication By The Way
Gimme Some Peter Bjorn and John
The Avett Brothers
a war
And 200,000 more to even look hard
You better drop your flag and withdraw
My cavalry charge accompanied by a blizzard of wicked metaphors
gettin leathal an I,
you know the drama boys, down fo life the Suave an I, to the dirt,
drama boys, wit Ball got drama that will work,
make 'em
try showing them you're worth it just by using words
Want me to
Burn
They gon let it hurt
Tell em do their worst
I've been through the dirt
They say
Haha a wise man once told me
Keep me your friends close and keep your enemies closer
And he only got close enough to tell me that because
Well he was
Haha a wise man once told me
Keep me your friends close and keep your enemies closer
And he only got close enough to tell me that because
Well he was
but we faster (Faster)
Boys no fit die, cucaracha (Racha)
Vibe no dey die, cucaracha (Racha)
Still the Kojey that you know but the pros love 'em
Pick
Horry
Everybody hate on Young Tru boy
Cause they know that the nigga on fire fire fire fire
Rap phenomenon, soon as the album drop
artists don't eat
Whoa!
A get your hands in the air, and get to clappin 'em
And like, back and forth because ah
This is, what you thought it wasn't
It beez,
you fu you is who you wasn't
I'm on fire like I hopped out the oven
I'm so high yea I'm baked
That boy dry point him to the lake
I get that loud in by
the greatest
Call up Soulja Boy tell 'em that we made it
i got a new corvette
Now all the smokin hot babes wanna have sex
But i tell em hell no, no shoe laces, but also not velcro
Axe, knife, chainsaw, gun,
boys that's OverEast
They might tell on me
You a shooter and a rat
Why you tryna put that cell on me?
Fuckin' with that voodoo
Told my auntie put that
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