Lyrics:
protection, allegedly the pedigree of plenty, yet misread by many,
Would you please pass the henny,
Would you please pass the henny
Tell me what you know bout
There's sixteen ounces to every pound
Some shit is 'bout to go down
Got sixty-four of 'em
That's four of 'em, smoke somethin'
Burn it down, this shit
In the system
They don't treat me like I'm 16
Cellmate caught 8, only 15
Tryna get me for attempt and some burglaries
Tell 'em I don't know nothin
aint gettin saved by the bell
i'm in my hotel wit real niggas straight out of jail
so if i blaze i know well that ya snakes gon tell
i dont ned no help
O.G.'s tell me real good, bitch, I'm the same
Motherfucker make 'em feel good, ya know my name
Bitch, if ya still could, you'd do the same
Made thirteen
Hey how ya doin'
Sorry ya can't get through
Why don't you leave your name
And your number
And I'll get back to you
Hey how are ya doin'
Sorry
lights out when we ride out and they too low you stay high
But baby I've so into you
But you been talkin' bout us chillin' I don't know what to do
We've
scalp cowboys, now how that sound for you?
Yeah, boy, you know we're 'bout to put it down for you
So kick your shoes off in the foyer, have a sound
meet me on ya momma street
Don't forget to keep yo eyes open
That cable ain't hookin' nothin' up but cameras and they scopin'
Say, say, say, say round,
was living like this They ain know I was living like this After this they gone bump me up In The rap game
And Ian talking blisters
Ian fazed by nothin
a Hunnid racks fore I turn nineteen
Did five to ten
I'm the one to see
Bitch I blow a bag then I rinse repeat
Dread aim at ya head he dont aim for feet
First
hustlin'
In the drug house, If I don't know ya
I ain't gonna give no love nigga
Everybody I serve, I serve holdin' a gun nigga
Click, ready to bust
about somethin' but I don't know nothin'
My ignorance be keepin' me out in the cold
Who do I call when I'm in need of a ride?
In somebody elses car
' on
Where we at they don't see nothin' wrong
Well you know we were outside on the lawn
Now let me talk to ya, girl
For your um, for your information, baby
Ragtime, don't stop
That's the way you gotta get
Get it, make ya body rock
You tryin', admit it
But you just can fight the feelin' inside
You know it
You should know that I be drippin' with the A1 come & taste some
I be talkin' to ya girl, need to beat it like a bass drum
Out here trying to eat
bottles
Gettin' drunk with these bitches
And when they leave they get followed
Fall asleep with that bitch
And really don't know much about her
When
about Lord
I say you talk to much about world lovers of it
Don't love who's above it just money and the pearls
Boy and girls ya addicted to the hurt
I be
ain't gone like you
But you gotta stand ya ground never let a nigga try you
Don't ever sell ya soul can't let a mutha fucka buy you
Know ya value
woodies by the carton , I run the show like I’m cartman , it’s sad he don’t know he’s a marker men
And I don’t know nothin bout boxin , but I know it
ain't ever letting go
I ain't ever letting you go again
Please give me my soul
I ain't ever letting go
But the Devil don't play fair
I'm bout to go
tryna to see what's poppin with you
Know a little bout the kid causе
She's been watching my moves
Got my picture on thе wall from
When I popped in
about the pussy on
this shit ya feel me? And I'm just that nigga to beat
the pussy up. So uh if you feel me like I feel you ya
know what I'm sayin' let me
if you really 'bout that smoke
Know your type, only niggas that ain't broke (broke)
(Ooh-ooh)
Dance in them Jimmy Choos, ayy
Your skin color
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