Lyrics:
Im slidin out ger ribs
And she tell me tha rest
But i tell her whatever
Next time i drop by ima leave you a letter
Sayin weezy baby no one could do it
sis'
I just took him to the
Bank to make a deposit, aah
Mmm-mmm, yeah yeah, mmm
She see body
When she lookin' at a young nigga
I fuck her good
Now she
Uh, Felli Fel, Ne-Yo, Yeezy, Calm Down, Easy, Easy
Keep tellin' me you got a man
But he can't do what I can
Let me, show You what you been
from the start!
I can't give you everything you want, Because i play it smart!
I play by the rules, lil fredo keep it cool!
Last bitch, i gave her all my
the streets, it ain't the same
Too many murders, too many funerals and too many tears
Just seen another brother buried plus I knew him for years
Passed by his
the streets, it ain't the same
Too many murders, too many funerals and too many tears
Just seen another brother buried plus I knew him for years
Pa**ed by his
to legally steal
Pretty much anything
Her life was made
And on their anniversary
She had a little something for him
A solicitor letter
She didn't need him no
too many murders
Too many funerals and too many tears
Just seen another brother buried
Plus I knew him for years
Passed by his family, but what could I
be weary, watch for caution, yo be warned
By Dre and out the project born
Capable in any and every
Cause yo I get heavy, when introduced to a medly
spending time with her
Would be like no other he's done with before
He realizes no other woman other than his mother
Can make him release such feelings
He
niggas in a rush to grow
Till hard timers in the pen
Had to crush his throat
Probably never even saw it comin'
- too busy bullshittin'
Caught him with his
stand up for yo own, then nigga take a seat
Got a bitch for every letter, that's from A to Z
I need two up on my wrist nigga, A and P
Them minor setbacks,
Volleyball player spread it like a eagle (grr)
Go and pop that pussy, spread it on the pillow (yeah)
Yo ex-man a scrub, why I call him Brillo
Got a crib up
carry your gun, especially off duty
Don't forget that there's a price on the booty
Hidin' upstate won't make you safe
By the way, are you
prefer to gain cheddar,
find D and Tim' better, stay coppin'
letters, take ya bitch if ya let her
Clothes always sweaters, ain't nothin',
I'm used to it I
on my shit and im back and im better
Don't worry bout me go stack up yo cheddar
She only go cheat nigga if you do letter
I broke up the home I guess im
Bitch niggas want to know if its true
Yo tell these motherfuckers who they listening to
Verse 3 (Feddie Demarco)
This ain't no Feddie Wapp, nigga I'm
to bank, killed a cop wit high rank
They gave him life and now another cat is fuckin his wife
Just because I'm locked down don't mean the hustlin stop
money
In the billions like I'm Diddy
Got yo lil bitch bend her over
And she say G Peso frisk me
When I leave her then she miss me
And she bet not try
Said he had a son who was 18 and made beats
And I happened to be his favorite Emcee
I said 'for real? that's crazy.
I'll meet him later, yo Jamaal
thick
How you have everything in this world and waste it
Quince told don't worry it'll be okay, I'm so sick like Ne-Yo say
I'm laid back like Ne-Yo
thick
How you have everything in this world and waste it
Quince told don't worry it'll be okay, I'm so sick like Ne-Yo say
I'm laid back like Ne-Yo
like Hawkeye yeah I got that 99 precision
Bullets caught him by surprise you know that he don't got the vision
We gon cut him up Black Panther like
speeds, dumpin' on the cops
It's mad dope like the Grinch, who did what? Who stole Christmas
Attitude over there by the fence butt naked
Toe-tagged him
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