Lyrics:
try me, Walk by me
But don’t speak, Just walk by me
You a sucka, Ya fake
Call yourself a brotha, You a snake
Put my heel on ya, Time to get real on ya
at your face s***
And if you scared, you better go and see Mase b****
David Banner on the beat hoe
And I beat the beat up like Dee Bo
I got the game
Fly guy grab a ho to a wing
Have a one night fling with a nigga on the
Standing tall like Kareem
By any means necessary dick game legendary
Fifteen
stash, gold, checks, sports illustrated
I'm motivated by the fact that I'm being hated
Now my pockets swell, game straight outta ATL
G-land, Boyz II
card, I know you're pussy by your conversation
Show you the safe, you'll have to kill me for that combination
Made another two milli just off
gotta pick em up
They've been lookin for them dollas turn to shottas
They gon smoke em like a rasta got that mask up
A year ago I thought I lost it then I
jus need helly profit
Slap a bandage on my heart, ian need a doctor
You ain't heard bout it? Helly ways to get a dolla
I been fucking up some commas,
I know some niggahs
Thats gone stand on business
They going Dolla for Dolla
We going choppers with shottas
I got my business in order
You know We
Ain't had a dolla yea I had to go get it
Wasn't wipping foreigns yea I had to go get it
Wasn't living lavish but you know I'm gon live it
But that's
all in he be going for the extra mileage
We private, secret locations every hour, power followed by respect and them dollas
Pound me, hit it from
ion trust em
I hit the town
With my music on Shuffle
If you ain't bumpin it
Nigga then fuck you
I told my bros
Don't be fuckin with foes
Gave my brotha
Flowin' with like a finna studda some
Betta come off a butta ton, brotha run, I hope he said he were
I'ma flow until my belly hurt
Pimp nigga rockin'
he got money and thangs
But is he nice for you
He's a High Post Brotha
With money in his pocket
He got every-thing a girl could want
Think maybe
Gangster of love
I've never been played by a ho!
If the bitch is acting stupid,
She's got to go!
Some mutherfuckers [missadden']
If she fucks with
ship our fish fry
Tea time no siesta thats how we get by
Messed up teeth until I motherbloomin' die
We came all this way now we on top
Ain't no one else
Raising up the bar, you can bet the shit (bet it)
I took a look around the game now I'm expecting shit so (I’m expecting shit)
Where the opps, man a nigga
rise to catch the Toudie
I squeeze it to my helmet pop
Then Bottles wit my brotha
Honestly the game is cool
But I need acres for my mother
And my aunties
by they bros & I swear that shit just so bold
Talking the real feel like J. Cole
Ik my brothas all in for this life swear imma rock & they gone roll
Don't come with fake love
Tell me you like me
I probably make it by my own now
Ya kna i mean
Can't wait on no more sorry but it's just how
I feel
I'm
LOCO
We play no games.. LOCO
Blow out your brains. LOCO
Another day comes. Well, another day goes by
Will I die in my sleep? Or will I die when I open my
ads
Let alone, don't forget this trillion dolla face
Only covers u been on was your mugshot rate.
Bitch, u still gettin beat by that nigga who don't
think ya'll on vacation, man
Stop doin', man
[JD]
Come on
See, I been lookin' at the game, ya know?
And I see it ain't too many ya'll
That can make 'em
he got money and thangs
But is he nice for you
He's a High Post Brotha
With money in his pocket
He got every-thing a girl could want
Think maybe
These niggas can't hold me back
Member passing by the houses in the cul-de-sac
Thinking "how uh nigga gonna get uh hold of that
Thinking how to gain
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