Lyrics:
me they gave me a g
pushed and kicked by all the bully
put my head on the ground
and grazed up my knee
sent to school on every birthday
hours detention
pollinated by the "Be"
Pac called it the rose that rose from concrete
How do you define divine that finds street?
"Hip bop," the color of my leaves
Not
read my palms right
Nah, my future brighter than ever
The flow gets cleverer by the year
Killer minus the tattoo tears
Cause murder don't mix with
finally see
It's not what I thought
It's just a traffic cone
Left by side of the road
Right by the side of the road
So I guess I'll be
Another traffic cone
dick?"
Crowd went wild, now I'm kinda torn
Mid-show soft dick, is my worst soft dick
I'm a moron (yeah)
Show your dick, show your dick
Whole crowd
the night without another by your side does that
Shit fuck you in the head or do you think it’s prolly right
You never focus on yourself you let the others
go a yard man thing
Place shell like don gargon pon sting ..
BRIDGE:
Sitting in but me always stand out
You make your own money put yuh hands up
Bout
booty shake music in your trunk
As long as there's that "tic tic" followed by that bump
I'm down to stick a ho if she got a G-string
'Cause the niggas
booty shake music in your trunk
As long as there's that "tic tic" followed by that bump
I'm down to stick a ho if she got a G-string
'Cause the niggas
to leave
When you're lookin' like that?
Oh, I keep thinkin' I might stay here
By your side and watch the green grass grow
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
I got
DJ Chill, DJ Young Sound
It's going down in the mix like this
Ayyy (ayyy)
Snap ya fingers, do ya step
You can do it all by yo' self
Let me see
Yeah
Ayo my brown girl
Got them all spazzing
Mix the white girl
With some magic
Turn down a deal
Im still trappin
My workers got workers
And I aint
Yeah
Ayo my brown girl
Got them all spazzing
Mix the white girl
With some magic
Turn down a deal
Im still trappin
My workers got workers
And I aint
(boo-boo-boo-boo-boo-boo-boom)
Margiela kicks, Margiela sweats
I'm on the yard doin' burpees, me, Drop and Fresh (ah)
My shooter layin' low, he got a new body
be a granny smiths....
Mix drinks with papaya... My darling by the to realest kiss .. the fort is on fire ... c blaze for all who get to see it...
I
up
Started from the bottom had no paper
I remember when they counted me out
Now they wanna say that I change up
I keep a baddie by my side that's
aways just to relocate you
Kill us with your fist now baby mix it with me
You see me function better when I get approximately
High by my technical
aways just to relocate you
Kill us with your fist now baby mix it with me
You see me function better when I get approximately
High by my technical
I'm livin' in Bedrock, surrounded by rubble
Just a youngin' in trouble
Took a shot and then made it a double
Took a shot and then made it a double
On a Friday, see me with Sade
Watch my back 'cause, niggas tryna violate
All my girls, they love in a hurry
But they always by my side
I know what you
Snakes... way too many snakes
Way too many snakes in my dront yard
Biting at my ankles tryna bo-uard
Spittin out venom won't let me Go far
Tryna
hail me
I got my goons and my g's with me daily
Bank alert don dey show man dey gaily
Any side wey dey go we go jolly
And anytime when wey we drive by
When she's with me it's Heaven Sent
And she screaming
You mite wanna ride out
Cause yea boy I'm heavy on the block
Drive-by, tear da sides out
the presence of a king (and you already know)
Meet me outside (side)
On the 50 yard line (line)
Like I'm trying to win my Super Bowl ring (I'm trying to win it
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