Lyrics:
niggas have me
Somewhere doin’ double digit's
(Real life shit) don't run my mouth
'cause I know talk is cheap (Chh)
Besides, can't let these niggas trick
know u can't stand it see us
Make em mad make em wanna be ya
Back back gimme me me
Time a money mine ain't cheap
Banana leaf rolling kiwi
Eyes tight
weapons
Formed against me
Shall prosper
These speeches
Don't win you Oscars
Started on the bench
Ended as a starter
New albums
Hittin just
Like
down, Shorty we kill all racks
Brah!
All these niggas ass cheap
If you aks me, these niggas lab me
What we do?
Feed ‘em to the ones then
Catch me by
drippin' envy so you drop that backstabbin' treachery
Comin' up sayin' that you mad skills
But all I see is cheap ego thrills whack rhymes with no frills
So
(Juvenile)
Do you know what this ballin is, I'm talking bout marble floors
Tricks in private jets, hoes behind Rover doors
You talked about me bad
Yeah, ayo, yo[00:19.92]I would like to thank the listener (That's you!)[00:22.33]"For what?" For listenin' to this little album[00:24.90]A work
hearing it
Oh damn that's her shit
Turn it up don't be no hating trick
How you claim you better on yo ass and still not doing shit
I Wake up talk my shit
Yeah, just call me Young nigga
Our money's grown though
By the way, let's go, yeah
You already know what time it is, let's go
I said I'm Young by
up to the crib
You dribble on yo bib
Yo house look like a kip
Flexing on you with the drip ay
I'm a misfit
Get on the beat and throw a fit
Pull up
what you sipping
Catash put the dip in dip dive socialize
Fuck around with me and next you'll find yo' crib burglarized
Yo, you better recognize
shotty blow
Fine pot of gold
Found by the stove
Red yellow go
Dread let em know
Bread feta dough
Make cheddar slow
Spread lettuce go
Incredible YO!
This is
YO! MTV raps baby
I grew up with them crack babies
But now they
MUMBLE RAP
Baby
Someone call the fat lady
Can't you see
The TOTAL
Score
Refugee vocals
I
this understood, I'm gonna explain somethin' to you
(biatch!)
Check this out
Bitch!
To be a bitch, you don't necessarily have to have a pussy in your
Playing tricks yea
But When you're stuck alone it feels really hard to fix yea
But when I'm with you I feel love I haven't Felt yet
This is not a love album
hurts
Yo bitch been diggin in my triceps
Heard the album now she wanna fuck, yeah hip hop
What I look like waiting on a plug, I'm a big shot
Wanna show
fine
And the only girl that you could take of mine
Is the one that I left way behind
And plus you're cheap, you're petty, your music is trash.
You
got tricks in the stash
Stacking up the cash
Fast when it comes to the gas
By no means average
She's on when she's got to have it
Baby, you
liks
"the world's" "but it's a herut-likwit crew connection"
[phil da agony]
Yo, talk a big game, play a big game
You know my motherfuckin name
Phil da
of plastic pumps for the after party
Yo, by the way, go get my album
Damn
Millze cillzan sillzome plilzay dilzzouble dilzutch
Hilzzoo?
My gizzirl
of plastic pumps for the after party
Yo, by the way, go get my album
Damn
Millze cillzan sillzome plilzay dilzzouble dilzutch
Hilzzoo?
My gizzirl
on
In my world, life like two's and five
Who decides what's wrong or right
Just got paid feelin' good tonight
Life goes on and on
Yo A-Zilla, you
the best gas around
This shit loud yes indeed
If you tryn’ grab a pound
Know the shit ain’t cheap
Backwood roll up the weed
Bitch I got what you need
It’s
tongue out u don’t wanna speak
It didn’t cost nothin talk can be cheap
Theres Cautious apostles tryna talk to me
Remainin calm as possible for my g”s
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