Lyrics:
my blood I'll put you in a hearse
My vices follow me and that's my only curse
Yeah yeah
I find it funny how you acting
You talk like you packing
You
I swang on em swang on em [repeat x2]
[Bun B]
Now if you come to this t.e.x.
Betta show some love cause homey you don't wanna see me plex
We be
dey chook
Trynna be where I don't need schedules to know I'm fully booked
Fetra hit me with that beat one time and I was fully hooked
I put my heart
is right.
..Pow Pow..(Laughing)..She told me make sure that my game is tight
I told'a that I'm flya than a plane in flight,
and right now I don't even
to your cell we’ll cut a nigga front to the back him die by the back of his shirt
Nigga on the gram going up off this I don’t need to be bitch ain’t put in
don't be fooled by the News and their manifestation
And I ain't even goin back that's for certain
But they told me don't worry
Bitch! I ain't worried
Baby if you love me put these bands in your purse
She said "you get on my nerves on my nerves on my nerves"
Told her "Bitch is just a word, just a word,
you ain't bustin' fire, holmes, I'm tradin' yo' ass like Jerry Jones (well, damn)
Gone on and run along, run by myself, I come alone (go)
Drop my
On life, I put my life on it
Might be the death of me
Definitely
Took the breath from me
When I laid eyes on you
You looked like Destiny's Child
Not Beyoncé
a nigga black and blue
Like a pair of Pennys
While me and Betha, throw fiesta, by alma queta
Chicqueta, monero, nieta
Don't ever fuck around with
partner, give to the needy (arf, arf)
Ribs is touchin', so don't make me wait (arf, arf)
Fuck around and I'm gon' bite you and snatch the plate (arf, arf)
Paul Bunyon
Hoes love it, lover never put none above it
Wanna hug me tighter than jeans ass sportin'
Carry corpses to cemeteries
That's very often
Sport
love you so much, mmh
You curse my name in spite to put me to shame
You hang all my laundry in the streets, dirty or clean
Give it up for fame
But I
a god, let me be strong
I'ma vote for you
Oh, I'ma vote for you
I came from the sticks, we called it the crick
Surrounded by rednecks, I still wanted
employ
I shoot 12 rounds, now Jr. Jones Roy
Y'all so backwards, I don't do Backwoods, I'm a swisher man
8 in the mornin' you bouta get found by
focus
Fuck these hating ass niggas out here in these streets man these niggas don't won't to see a nigga make it
I hope y'all hear me out man
This for
yourself
You should be proud yourself you made it by yourself
You made it out on yo own yea do not disturb my phone yea
I don't keep up with Jones I'm in
more now
It's platinum, now a days we put the gold down
We stepped it up, y'all don't ever want a showdown
Get wetted up by the sleeve that leave
I got everything that you don't got and that's a big brag
We gon' take your life, you run it up, wrapped in a gift bag
I'm the gift and the curse
interstreets
By a tank on D's
I stank these
Wearin' some black chains and a safety
Why can't we just get along
I'm gettyon Jones
I'm known
For
partner, give to the needy (arf, arf)
Ribs is touchin', so don't make me wait (arf, arf)
Fuck around and I'm gon' bite you and snatch the plate (arf, arf)
letter word
I feel like you're the one for me
Will you prove me right
It's hard for me to put into words
These emotions I can't seem to shake
My life is
brought me here,
Droppin' piece to the double glock
Ready when the trouble knocks pop pop ya pistol now,
If a nigga want to run up gun up
Put him
on the stand
But I love it when she call me by my rapper name
She say go head and get the money just don’t ever change
I got the volume to the max I’m riding in
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