Lyrics:
the money and she taste like honey
Her hot girl summer never stop, keep running
Man I'm looking for my
Hot girl
A petite lil freak
That'll shut a nigga down
I can’t lie
She got ya boy hypnotized
I need to
It’s you
Melanin good for the health
Louis V bag for the wealth
Did it all by yourself
It’s true
H-Town mob figgas
Rob niggas, on the block affiliated with drug dealers
Go getters, and a hundred percent thug niggas
You don't want to step to us, you
on lock
It ain't gon' stop
Say hello to the man who saved hip hop
You hear my name so hot, I got the game on lock
You niggas keep floppin', but i remain
a jit don't understand it
But it taught me something I'll never forget if you ain't walk with me
You can't be on set if you ain't rob for me you can't
when they spraying,
Man I’m just saying,
We used to get real fucked up, aye,
Then you had to go fuck up,
Saying you so real, guess what,
Lil
needed no help
This world is quick to weigh you down
But all you need is a belt
That’s why I smoke until I’m high
This shit is good for my health
Young
a man to take you overseas to go shoppin'
Jet skis on an island
I keep your face smilin'
Dominoes it's about to Go Down
Came for the top, I can't be
I'm OT
Big dawg, niggas know me
Spent 15 on my nose ring
Lil' Spanish bitch keep my clothes clean
Got a white bitch but her nose clean
Lay
gassed
A-when they see a good thing they don't let it pass
Well that's ok, cause see if that's their plan
'Cause for me, I already got a man
What's
gassed
A-when they see a good thing they don't let it pass
Well that's ok, cause see if that's their plan
'Cause for me, I already got a man
What's
of it
It feels good to get this shit out the mud, nigga
Made it from hard times, it's still love for the slums, nigga
We rob niggas just because,
on your fist thinkin', "oh man, I hate him"
I can't stand it
I can't stand it
I can't stand it, no
I can't stand it, no
I can't stand it
I can't stand it
Tell us what we oughta do
I oughta rob a bank
Tell Chase thanks
Racism equals power
Tell me where I can't
Live tell me where I can't
Eat murdered in cold
to blitz, blowin' exotic cookies by the zip
I know exactly why dude don't like me, word got out, I was hittin' his bitch
Money got longer, bro, say, keep
Young boy took a liking
To them guns
Now he rob
Heard he robbed the same nigga three times
Wit his rod
Mod got killed by a childhood friend
Rio got off
and big bro, "stay away from the game"
But always keep our guns close and get good with our aim
Everything we do is major that's included with pain
Dad
ran though
Changed where I Stand though
Seen too many beef for a damn hoe
And far too many chicks line they man yo
I Can't trust a damn soul
Loyalty
Niggas ain't slick, bitch I always peep it
Gotta wave the thot bye cause she geekin'
Lil nigga I'm high like a greeting
I can't feel my face nigga
Man
You know they can’t slow down (No)
I used to bag up the points
My whole team on business but
I’m running point (Yea)
Leader s*** I spent Bands
a slab
Grade A, might as well call me Rab
Mid seller
You a big cap
Glock is my lil
Bae you can't get the strap
Fuck her so good I might break her
Keep me
hustlas shake
When im gettin mines
I do dis shit fa my kids
To keep em out this struggle shit
Yall never gota rob a man
If daddy tryna make it big
Uhma be
In da Kitchen
(Verse)
My Dawg keep dem hammers
Dont make me build on ya Temple
Cracc you head open
Doctors cant even seal it
Its something bout
(Mama)
You got your baby daddy
(Daddy)
We got all night, look lil mama, get it right
Yo' shit is good and tight
(Tight)
I ain't 'bout them games shawty
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