Lyrics:
I was fourteen when I caught my first felony
Fast forward two years, now bitch I'm having cheese
Glizzy in my pocket I got aim, ion need a what
Uhh
jorr you know
So are you saying I no fine reach so
Emi high class ehn omo lepa sirinko
Woo me and you was just a incident
We can't be sleeping together
you dare stop
Come alive y'all, gimme whatcha got
I guess by now you can take a hunch
And find that I am the baby of the bunch
But that's okay, I still
now he scrambled eggs
This ain't barbershop line em up bitch I'm catchin heads
Beat a nigga ass took his cheese then he told the feds
You can't ride
Martin
We need to stop this
Fuck 12 that be coming 'round with unneeded brutality
I'd hate to wake up everyday reminded by a tragedy
Got mothers still in
Can't tell by the diamonds in my rings?
That's how many times I wanna cum, twenty-one
And another one, and another one
And another one, 24-karats,
So they looking for me they don't know
I'm waiting on them
Right here, I'ma sit by the window
See they gonna have to get me
Yeah, they gonna have
Aye drop that beat cartier
You and me we on different times
You don't like me get in line
You ain't balling you just getting by
Can't let you stop me
å Tommy var i Burlöv, do kommer ihåg, eller hur bög?
-Jorå schlook, vi hade just fotat pieces
Now we're getting fucked by the long dick of the law
Inflict
just might go hit your BM for that
I don't do the strings
But I leave her attached
Damn, I know they ain't seein' you Flat
Can't forget they ain't
Some years have passed since the incident happened
And it seems even now I can't talk about what happened
God, all the things that they tried just
cracker a day (what? Oh shit)
Girl, well, I heard the bitch was married to Tim
And started fucking with Trina
Well, I heard the bitch got hit by three
cracker a day (what? Oh shit)
Girl, well, I heard the bitch was married to Tim
And started fucking with Trina
Well, I heard the bitch got hit by three
back then but now they really need me
And if you trying to work then you know I'm really taxing
Won't stop until I get enough like Michael Jackson
Can't
new ritual
I took his advice everyday continual
And in the end the eventual
Demise of my individual
Mental illness in this country
Is taboo now cant
straight to the green cheese, that's stops me from being blue
I still don't what to do, since what u say isn't true
And I just be chilling and sliding
Open
Oh my
Now I'm so fly
Fuck what they think
They don't know I
I'm no guy
To be approached by
No Piss taking
Little toe rag
With a blade thinking
yea
Talk crazy you gon' see a mood swing, yea
You was ten toes, now you got a new team, yea
Big chicken, I be whippin' up the blue cheese, yea
Big
Fixin to chop it up, yeah I'm fresh up on tha block
Movin rock
Got my glock cocked
Haters wanna stop but they can't
Gotta keep a drank and I'm drivin
head to Delilah with all of my ice
Head to Delilah with all of my ice, head to Delilah with all of my ice
This shit gotta be over by now for anyone out
put a string on the kite
I can own you
But know I want to
I can’t own you
I can’t own you
I can’t own you
Break it down like
Take your clothes off
Fuck
my head up
no need for me to stop it
get stuck
so ruck wit luck
as to rollin
because Gansta Blac can't get fucked
look fool we creepin on Ken
unmistakinable mystical magical feelin that your money can't buy
Becomin a slave to the rhythm there's no way that you could stop me now I'd like to see you try
through the mails
Now your love is a secret all over
The block and it never stops
Even when your master fails
And he took you up in his aeroplane
Which he
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