Lyrics:
I keep it gangsta nigga
Wha
(50 Cent)
Get out the club BITCH
Niggas tryin to holla at you
We want parlay wit you
You won't show us no love
on you babe
Didn't even make you a spouse, don't ever speak about dark days
Cus I was raised by a single mother, her and my Dad had to part ways
See they
named Baby Doll
She got four baby daddies, four kids by four different men
And she just found out she's pregnant, I said, "No, not again!"
Man, when
At least they found them crackers guilty that killed Ahmaud Arbery (word)
Kim Potter got found guilty too, that's major
How you pull your gun out and shoot
The man who founded Glastonbury
Has a beard but no moustache
And I found out something about him
That is pretty harsh
My mate had a piss next to him
Well, shit, check it out
I done found out that's there a fine line between brilliant (uh-huh)
And bein' plum loco (oh fo' sho', hell yeah)
Get
casual conversation
She said, "Ever kissed a London Girl?"
While I spoke about the weather
Called her by her full name once
She called me a bitch
Then
gone, nigga wrong Only out for the scrilla, that's my fetty, boss One-eight-seven ain't nothing but spaghetti sauce Cross me you pay all costs here's one
hurtin'
A week after she got shot, Meg was back twerkin' (body-ody-ody-ody)
Been a crazy year, wouldn't you say?
Found out Jada Pinkett gave Will Smith
care! What you think about!
I don't care! What you think about!
I don't care! What you think about me!
Back up in this, P.O.D's with it, drop it down one
And you small stuff, found you out of my Lucky Charms
And I ain't messing with your boyfriend, he swore me bodily harm
Oh he ain't gonna do nothing, he
nigga's at Lotus
I hit P and them I was Dom P'ed up in there
You know but I found this new spot
We went to the other night, yo
Check it out check it
that you was a legend (oh, he can see)
Shit crazy, but y'all already know that
On the strength of Nip, I ain't screamin' out, "Free Kodak" (nope)
Meek
doing 90 on the freeway
Hey Slim, I drank a fifth of vodka
You dare me to drive?
You know the song by Phil Collins, ""In the Air of the Night""
About that
attitudes always fuck you pay me
Maximising the risks I'm taking
You don't get know where by being lazy
I'm working, shit! the work rates crazy
I'm either sat
me close
I just wanna say, Im Down for you
(P) all of them things your about to do
You should call me up when your home alone,
Countin down the minutes
Yeah, Paco
It's Paco
It's Paco
Custy's love my recipe
Niggas tryna get to me
Glizzy filled with R.I.P's
Hope you niggas brought your heater
On your
God took me thru what I had to go thru to get to (P-u-r-p-o-s-e)
No other love have I found that gets me where it do (Finally found me)
And every
Got out the airport the Mobb pick me up in the truck
Jury junkie like fuck I ain't scared to get stuck
So what's the deal poppy?
You heard
roll through I thought you knew about them Doggs in blue
Now forty-five, niggas bought em by the spot
I'm on alert I'm down to work every nigga that
the whole town wonderin who the fuck shot him
Lookin for the body, tell me what they found,
His head in Richmond the rest in the V-town
Thinking about
GOD TOOK ME THRU WHAT I HAD TO GO THRU TO GET TO (P-U-R-P-O-S-E)
NO OTHER LOVE HAVE I FOUND THAT GETS ME WHERE IT DO (FINALLY FOUND ME)
AND EVERY
live and die for hip hop
This is hip hop for today
I give props to hip hop so
Hip Hop hooray, hey ho
You heard a lot about a brother gaining mo'
Got out the airport the Mobb pick me up in the truck
Jury junkie like fuck I ain't scared to get stuck
So what's the deal poppy?
You heard
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