Lyrics:
collar
Fuck on yo milf and I ice out her daughter
Talk to me nice cuz yo money a toddler
Heat by my ice so I drip when I walk it
Meet with the bosses,
court, come around here nigga get shot
Won’t have nun yo say when they do you know what to that boy, I told his ass to get a new hobby
But if they tryna
you're gonna see me walk so fast
Through the door, uh-huh
I think it's time for us to break up, ba-by
We should of never ever been together
You tried
Chromeo
You don't gotta blow me though
I could blow your mind
We could do a couple lines
Have a real good time
Maybe cuddle after if your mind's like mine
tired?
I'm trying to build an empire
What yo' ass put in the wash you gon get out the dryer
Yeah a couple patnas' hated, but
Trust me I cannot be jaded
Boy
all alone or bring all your boys
But if you knew what I knew, then you'd kill that noise
Yo Shan
I didn't hear you say hip hop started in
all alone or bring all your boys
But if you knew what I knew, then you'd kill that noise
Yo Shan
I didn't hear you say hip hop started in
Too legit... Too legit to quit (three times)
Sweat running all over my chest (chest) I don't quit no!
I just press harder (Yea!) than I ever did
These so called hard rappers don't be on man time
Gossip like a bitch act feminine on Instagram live
I gotta code that stand by and die for
Since
know how many times I drove by your place?
Skrr skrr, skrr skrr
Just to see if there's another nigga all in yo' face
And if it is, who the fuck?
I know
wake up with killers, and no I ain't Ashamed
Boy stay in yo lane, you don't wanna feel that flame
Better stay in yo place, stay in yo lane, get out my
(Hit-Boy)
(G. Ry got me)
Ayo, Hit-Boy, man
I need to roll up some of that fronto you got, man
I be seeing you smoking
Yo, how that I.E. weather?
need no attention
Im at yo hoe if I think she appealing
Ain't no lil boy nigga I ain't yo children
Aint ask for help so why they in my business
Speaking
Them boys want they music on blast
Don't turn it down, turn it up every time them cops pass
Mashed on the gas, am I getting high, don't even ask
"A seventeen year-old boy, who had
Skittles in his pocket, was shot and killed"
"I believe the cops are racist"
"I had no intention about
Fighting my
fed time Boy, this k a burst
I'm the one who was tweaking in that school oh, you ain't heard about me
Nigga diss my man's slide through da' woods make
what I’m doin cus I know these n***** snitchin
Wrist in motion watch me wet em up I’m finna do the dishes
Boy you trippin, please stick to the mission
boy what's yo government
Bitch I'm doin me
But busy tryna make the rest happy
Niggas fake
But tryna say I'm foul
And threw a tec at me
You told me you
(Uh huh, uh huh)
Looking good but looking down
(What's you say, come on by)
Said she needed inspiration
(What'd you say)
I said, 'Get yo shit cause
(Uh huh, uh huh)
Looking good but looking down
(What's you say, come on by)
Said she needed inspiration
(What'd you say)
I said, 'Get yo shit cause
m's nigga
My pockets stay fat so why the f do yours be Thin nigga
I saw yo new bitch
But u know that I been hit her
U failed on yo first attempted
Boy I
Lil life was like a yo yo dropping down into the dirt
When everything goes down it comes up again in time
And all the heartbreak you went through
It
Every man and woman, boy and girl I want the whole owner, sing this one with me No! Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, listen to this one, clear it We need love, we
rulin
(With more Wildcats than Rick Pitino, I mean yo)
Just Coolin', like Levert, I do work
They love me, thick with G. Simone, Puffy
Young black
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