Lyrics:
it home
Mind focused on the doe
Tryna get some more
Yeah I'm tryna live and grow
Baby can you come through when I'm feeling low
Back to the wall,
zonder pret
Nigga adres, doe in quest
Nigga je stresst, want ik ben strep
Voel op me eerlijk, die is de step
Ik heb geen lek maar perifres
Wanneer ik rap
let's get doe
If you a soldier, let's get low
But keep it gangsta anyway ya go
I'll ride with my brothas, die with my brothas
Drive by pull
this doe
Sling pull it back aim with the crossbow
Big boss b nah I ain't your bro
Killing these niggas yeah my name Jim Crow
Nah I ain't gone stop I
shawty we poppen die molly
Ze is niet m'n lady maar noem 'r m'n baby
Baby is bad maar d'r papa die weet niet
Het spijt me ik hit het gelijk zonder maybe
keep it real from head to toe
I hit that savings and loans when I was just a baby loc
Went to Mexico, traded it for the pecos
Came back
need full custody
I been gone for a minute now it's up for me
Baby mama done gave up on me
Gotdamn she so unlucky
Rap shit got ducks in a row for me
But
We about to have a good time
Backwoods rock & roll style
Everybody staying all night
cin't no way we bout to go now
Pretty ladies by the campfire
So
with me
I get doe it's tough
You can take ah lil shot aye but clearly not enough
You keep hollain at the moon like I'm worried bout ah pup
You gone
at a playa
when you see me drive by
Friends come and go
Money comes and goes
Bitches come and go
But I'm still gone chase my doe
My doe
Yeee yeee
My doe
Man I
nu een kleine
Ik zweer ik heb jullie voor life, jullie tot het einde
Dat is voor heel de fam
Shit, ik doe dit voor heel de gang
Sinds tafels zijn
who gon' tell yo mother, her baby's under a cover in the morgue
Stiff as a log, sniffed out by the dogs
Son of a hard headed nigga that wouldn't
back home
Major need me to cut his cartoons on
My baby Déjà catchin feelins bout er'ythang she sensitive
And King love money
I need to show him how
a brick means
In rap, you get eight like half of sixteen, I'll
Bash ya team dang I'm sickning I'm dope
Plus coke will smash ya trip beam man.
But before
seein' double
Shout to my dames in the house
Let us bash, knowin' my tape coming on
You can strip right now and get butt naked
'Cause doe come first
(I been thinking to my- ayzm on the track)
(Ayzm on the track)
I been thinking for a minute baby girl can you come back
I been thinking for a minute
on them pills
Dade County dope-boy, best believe I'm 'bout dat doe
Chose come up get em yep, we ain't really by that def
Yeah, I'm the future, got
niggas doe but
He love the money we making
Been hustling with a few cousins
They Muslims salaam-o-Laikum
Know a few Jamaicans and Haitians
Gotta be careful
Rapper baby mama at the spot gettin' her back broke (uh)
All these pills I pop, what the fuck I'm gon' relax for? (Uh)
Niggas be like "Doe
schaatsen
Cant copy my swag , Ik ben niet needy
Ze is mijn baby ja ze is mijn pretty thing
MJ, leren jakka, op die movie things
Je kijkt veel films, movie heb
tips, massive damage
The path was granted, loaded gats, blast the cannon
Chipped up, live by morals, don't get it mixed up
Diss what? Millionaire
Hey yo must not sleep
I bash the bracket open and breach
The priority's bleached since that seventy-six umbilical severed
Majority's cordially
doe
Why'knahmsayin'? I'm tryin' to keep it civilized
But motherfuckers keep fuckin' with me doe mayne
In case you don't know my name, I'm 'bout
By way to Overtown and look at this city
Open to Grove and the South Miami
Wedwood Highlear, look Eddie, look 'Bana
Some many ice P-Rhymes rich
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