Lyrics:
the Maserati up to 200, we goin' in, lets go
Tape this for Santana when he get back
Let's get 16s off, I got the chorus on this, y'all back up
Let's go, I got
stay up
Stuff dat cocaine
In 'em bricks
And by the way
I never claimed
To be innocent
Aye
Since I's a youngin'
I been thuggin'
I Been f*****'
Wit dem
was not ready
When I f**** this d**e by the name of Freddie
She made a little speech then,
Aw, she tried to make me say "when"
She had my b**** in
Y.K.W.T.F.G.O.
By: Luvinnia Flowers
I'm just trynna u know u know
Shit
Do I gotta say dat shit man
u know what da fuck goin on shawty
You know
no me importa como sean
I go by my mind, not by the book
Up the pole, left that n***a shook
I've been in the game, n***a, you a rook
Don't want no
a cliffhanger, no, I ain't a stranger
Yo, I'm Toddy Tee, and I'm a Compton banger
Wanted by the F.B.I. for transport of
Sucker MC's across the Syndicate borders
N***** gettin' on my fuckin' nerves
If he try to run up on me, imma put em on the curb
Stomp em in his mouth pussy n**** what's the word
Disrespect
wake
I slip only when P-Nut gets me baked from that shake
Yeah you can't f*** with this
You're Walter Middy don't take it as a dis
But the fantasy has
Da Sensei hah, for the '9-8
F.T., Mike Zoot, Prince Po' huh, Pharoahe Monch
The Frontline, huh
You don't know what's up with this, uhh uhh
You
**ga really shinin ' mane
Yeah you know im not impressed by them shiny thangs
Money and ya lil cars you can have it mane I just need some f*ckin house n
pussy huh
Bitch nigga git
Thats why you can't run with me
And im goin git rich
And bitch you can't come with me
Eat dust nigga can't keep up with peanut
'N' Associates, call that my DNA
All these diamonds, all this gold and shit, call that PB&J
I got Bloods in LA, I got Bloods down in the A
I got
Da Sensei hah, for the '9-8
F.T., Mike Zoot, Prince Po' huh, Pharoahe Monch
The Frontline, huh
You don't know what's up with this, uhh uhh
You
[c-murder]
Say magic bruh, we got the click in here.
We goin represent.
Get in line in this motherfucker and tear it up ya heard me?
We goin mobb
we run it now
Cause I’m in my bag you know it
I ain’t goin back you know it
Fuck it up get the bag and blow it
We been lit since way back you know
, It's Stuck, We goin up, We Proud to be a problem
Just know it's gon be a problem, If they step up to the MOB
Turn that n**** to a welcome mat, God
Tell me where the party at
[Timb]
Pick it pick it pick it up
[Yoshamine]
You and I goin' do that damn thing, make it bang
You went out
Pushing up in that new Mulsanne I just lost the top
Keep dope in my sock, Imma spin a nigga block
Wanna pop big shit til he found i had a glock
We goin
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
Ya, know what I'm saying
F Double N F, nigga
O.G. Mike
My first time hitting a lick, bitch, I came up on a .40
Yo first time hitting it lick, nigga,
Loadin' up my Mac, goin' to my crib, to get my twelve-gauge.
One of my boys just got shot, huh.
F***in' around, in that million dollar spot.
A educated
now you
Know it get around
Goin' down, goin' down in every town
I done made so many thou's
Sold a lot of pounds
Pull up in the A, call the cookies man
Big steppa comin in, like a giant
Yea you know it's 503, and you know shit ain't nothing 'cause he's the key
F*** your disagreement n****, it's what I
bucks, i split my plate of food
Brodie aint got no screws, one false move, he facing u
Me n lil bro, we was by ourselves, it wasnt no space for two
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