Lyrics:
Martin but we buy by the case long
Smoke back to back 'til our motherfuckin' eyes closed
Paparazzi follow us everywhere we go
He know, she know, I'll be
Without a gun and a badge, what do ya got?
A sucker in a uniform waitin' to get shot
By me or another nigga
And with a gat it don't matter if he's
Without a gun and a badge, what do ya got?
A sucker in a uniform waitin' to get shot
By me or another nigga
And with a gat it don't matter if he's
I’ma live it up only got one life
Cup full of dirty gotta mix it with the Sprite
Its okay I’m good
Don’t know if he is
We’ll be okay by the end
a loan
Denied by the bank for a loan
Yup, so I got a shoe box full of cash
And I paid for the whole damn house on my own
Bitch, do you want a mouth full
ain't trippin on that
I'm giving hoes the blues
What you see is a pimp
Ma not a trick ass fool
I'm straight thuggin
When you catch me in the club
I'm
Satan, I'm laying in the dark
With the Mossberg, waiting, letting off first basing
Slim from the cotton club washing a scrub
Deuce high when he cruise by
em' before they consumed by the flames
What a shame if he turned a blind eye
Everyday lil' kids gonna die
While a pastor take off in his jet to the sky
What you running from? (Yeah)
What you running from? (Yeah)
What you running from now... yeah
Maybe my pastor struck a nerve... by calling me out,
I grew up in the household full of family
2 brothers and 4 sisters yea we all family
I was the youngest boy in the litter out to break way
I Meet my
sweat
Get dressed and hit the club in a cold vest
God damn, girl, you so sexy, cold shit
But why they still riding to your old shit?
Party by
he'll feel the tec hit, yo
That aint a natural reaction nahh thats a learned one
Cause now its like niggas handicap they hands dont work son
Slide
the club, nuk po nalet
She fucks with the opps, nuk falet
Leni hallet, I du paret
Boot down doors edhe midis Tiranet
They want me on the wing like Mahrez
I got a son/now he the ynger me pray he don’t have to body none/or trapped in this street life-crack vows by the street lights/ look him in his eyes
full of G's
Nigga, please, I'm the macaroni with the cheese
Been around the world and I, I, I, and we been playa hated (say what?)
I don't know
With a burned CD full of jams that was up in my hand
When he said he didn't want it
It was, fuck him again
One day, he gon' regret playing me
Little
full of G's
Nigga, please, I'm the macaroni with the cheese
Been around the world and I, I, I, and we been playa hated (say what?)
I don't know
I'm mostly full of shit, so now I'll make my next refrain clear
Let me start by saying I'd prefer not to remain here
If I'm just hanging, don't
ah no on black
Stay woke or you die fast
To live iga abu a die hard
Oku a week bu ten kpa
Main reason nji eh use by pass
Pastors Dey judge
Their
Tweaker rollin' by on a ten-speed
And got a backpack full of shit he just stole
I know his mom, she said he livin' rent free
Up in a basement with
tryna make it rain
You my bro you my demon
Demi God like a Dean
Tell em I'll summon a bin
Full of cash full again
Bottles be popping champaign
Why won't I
waitin' to get shot
By me or another nigger
And with a gat, it don't matter if he's smaller or bigger
(Size don't mean shit, he's from the old school, fool)
book that everybody judge by the cover
I got the devil on my shoulder, angel talking in riddles
I went to see a pastor, he opened the Bible to Hebrews
runs to the pastor
And he tells her there will be a new chapter
But she feels no different after
And then she asks him&
[Chorus: (Akon) ] (x2)
Cos'
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