Lyrics:
pussy away (she did what?)
Tried to call it an entanglement so it don't sound like nothin'
No, it's called cheatin', Jada, you and August was fuckin'
when you drown, your ass sink quicker if you fight it
Talkin' 'bout you used to rob niggaz with pump shotties
I know you a club music nigga but you
Tbh
Written and performed by Derrell
FLIGHT FLIGHT
Rell
You Listening?
It’s still death before dishonor
What it’s supposed to be? (what it's
and the law can't spoil it
So you can call it what the f*** you want
But I'm a baller alcoholic with a sawn off pump
My mamma ain't raise no punk
And even
balcony
How she say Jay you can call the house for me?
There's no respect at all
You betta check her dawg
She keep beggin' me to hit it raw
So she can
cheese, get that dough
Well it's the first of the month my nigga so you know what it is
Let's get down to the block and get that handlin' this biz
Call
coming back for you one day
You can see it from afar, we were riding that wave
Blinded by the lights, and it's something I crave
We didn't want
No question about it
Queens represent!
Uh! say what?
Queens represent! Yeah
Come on!
Get down baby, down down down down down now!
Queens
what it's like
To ask plump decent folk
If they have any change to spare
I'll fill you in
They don't
Won't even look at you half the time
Can't seem
Spray on Suzuki's, eleven-hundred CC's
No plate on the back, straight squeezin' the MAC
In the hood they identify n- by they cars
So I switch up whips
You ain't got to tell me, you feelin' this shit
'Cause I hear what I'm sayin', I know I'm killin' this shit
I gotta make it to Heaven, for goin'
like damn. or be like what? LIFE
Surprise don't get caught by it, spirits you'll get haunt by em
Ever seen a dead body? ever seen a drive by?
Sometimes I
about to have a block party
Block party, block party
We about to have a block party
Yeah the sun is going down you know it's going down
Turn the music
body shaped
Shaped like a bottle
Save it till tomorrow
I'm like Zorro
CC leaving marks on your titties
Love you in your Nikes
The sweet sea breeze
(uh-huh)
You niggas don't play in the field (don't do it)
You play with the fire, you better use it (use it)
Don't pump-fake, and don't you abuse it
You ain't got to tell me, you feelin' this shit
'Cause I hear what I'm sayin', I know I'm killin' this shit
I gotta make it to Heaven, for goin'
best to call your pals
If you got none buy a shotgun
Got a new new style
Around me
Are we getting along? We family, we better be
We got your back,
can't seem to get it right
Spent damn near half what I made
And I came from the block where it's storming
And I came from them trenches by my lonely
And I
go and, oh
It takes two to tango
You call this a lame flow?
You bought the shit
I guess you to blame too
I just found an angle (Ha ha ha)
No more
you better break fast, or I'll have your family mournin'
When that bird sings, kid, I ain't playin' and you know it
But you know what?
(Hold on, hold
'cept they call me Paniro
Sad Styles still spin that arrow, f*** it
Like the boss of New York, you know how I feel
Kill a motherf***er 'cause a corpse
an attack on
You? Is it control? Why do you
Need to have control over my
Life? because we’re not together?
Then why? Is
This being rewarded and praised by
mean that you a real man
What you do for your kids last
Buy designer that's cool I spend time like a real dad
Good vibes I don't seem mad
Outside with No
(call her Bugatti)
Call her Tyler Perry (she got a brand-new body)
Best Gift Ever its a piece of you that is mine forever
A wise person once said that
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