Lyrics:
hard. 'cause I can ball dope and get paid
like a muthafucker gotta be another way to pay
T. Tucker used to roll twenties by the ounce (ounce)
My
drunk? I sing a song like this
My grandma and your grandma
Sittin' by the fire
Hold on, turn that beat off
No, keep it going
Crazy Town, yo y'all just
And in my ward, you can't help but to come apart
And all my boys got beef on the fuckin' block
And they draw heat from them niggas, plus we duckin' cops
I
Y'all playin' with this game
And it's a damn shame
Yeah
This game real, boy, you can get scarred and barred in it
If your heart ain't in it, caught
that's all I wanna do
Spit dope that a nigga sat at the crip
And rolled me and philly phil on that flight
Always tight all night sleepy niggas don't get
INTRO [Maestro Fresh Wes - talking]
Yeah, yeah yeah. I got my man in the studio, Mac. What's going on money?
[Mac] Yo what's up? Chill
[Maestro]
get red
By the way some shit can fuck wit' the head
("Some musical rhythms can")
(Back up! Back up)
Step back you dilly stunts
I'm illy more than once
Ayo Paz, yo Blac i rep Official Pistol Gang
All motherfucking day
Clap at you fast, no safety on the ratchet
Gats play chess like crazy with
the kitchen
And give 'em that dope, man it's so damn delicious
While bringin' these goals to fruition, showing the blisters
Yo boy was born up in the frozen
bitch
Hello, how you doing?
I can give you 50 bucks
I can be your everything
You give me 50 bucks
Ayo, ayo, ayo it's ya boy Big Baller B
Alright, you
I'm candle waxing on her's
(That's right)
You're giving her all your love
I'm just giving her what she worth (Burrrr)
Like a hundred ice dope
Chains I'm
to el que habló mierda, Yo no me viré, que ellas quieren no lo sé, me habla en francés""Je ne pas comprends"", ve un par de botellas con velitas ya quiere
Stand down ten toes on yo' own get it (go and get it)
Met a bad bitch (bad bitch), she a gold digger (gold digger)
And spendin' money only time I get
a coma need a motivator push
There a nigga go
With the dope boys dough like
Let me get a can I get a
Half ounce, quarter pound
Roll it, smoke it, feelin'
through Southeast
With my squad, yeah you know we the team
Everyday, yeah, you know we stay lit
Lob up City, give that boy the assist
Yo girl chose up, I'm
to fuck a dope boy
Getting money that's why they loving me
Some be getting way too comfortable
I'm a player bitch ain't no cuffing me
Only time I really
I'm at
Hit after hit when I'm back up to bat
Get off my dick that's the mood that I'm in
Got me feeling like DOPE when I'm back in the mix
Take another
Aye wait wait
Aye
What did you say RuinDaRay
OK
RURU
Its meez ok
Where dah dope at
Yuh
Scorpio heard das dat fire sign
Let em right em on me for
Losing my mind
Inside of hollow brass
Then I make a grove
That make yo ass shake
No corny rapper
But I was raised on a field tho
Reppin it heavy
Lesson
looking mad dope
I guess she's a doctor cause she's wearing a lab coat
But I can just picture her in my bath robe
She walks closer and gets mad close
I said
Young boy you can't
Fuck with the talent nope
Neck gets wet, no sweat
This Atlantic
Money plus hard work
Are my habits dope
One day imma rule
This whole
I kome around
Niggas grabbing they hoe hand
I'm fresh as fuck
Looking just like
The dope man
They wanna try it
I look like a lick
I'm upping
we all evolve and do it for the fam yo
Hit that fast forward now I’m goin where the cash go
Move my mama by the beach she coolin in her sandals
put in the hours nigga u could never be me
Peewees
Boy u on the porch, u outta yo league
I just keep the heater in the Beamer creepin slowly
I don't
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