Lyrics:
to smoking blunts to the head
My nerves is shot, my patience is short, I dump in your head
I'm the hardest nigga out you outta know it by now
I'm the nigga
ain't no other
Trini-born black like Nia Long's grandmother
Tip and Sha they all that, Phife-Dawg ditto
Honey tell your man to chill, or else you'll be
fedy
Keep the beat steady drop your drop on the belly
Make your trunk wave, keep your corner paid
Make that trunk wave from the cradle to the grave
Me
pay, gonna make my fedy
Keep the beat steady drop your drop on the belly
Make your trunk wave, keep your corner paid
Make that trunk wave from
Knock his head off his neck 'fore he look up
Ten toes in they chest for a check, bitch, I stood up (what that mean?)
I stood up on they neck for a check
out tha tool to your twist
I'm similar to Yo cuz tha dude is a pimp
Make women suck juice from tha
Dick like noodles and shit
Dizzy you know that nigga
you better keep it pole
All that talking that you doing, catch you by the toe
I saw you talking to the feds, you didn't play a role
But it's cool, your
all yours
Just twerk for it
And now she feeling like a narcissist
Head getting swole
From all the money, clothes and cars and shit
Wasn't making this
stand ten toes
Down to the soil
Can't break my bone
If you tryna flex get hit with the this tech
Bulls eyes
Take a bullet the head POW
See me in La I'm
I'm not your regular nigga I know the game
But I don't play by the rules I'm focusing on my moves
That way I will never lose
See I can tell by your
opposing this ogre
You're getting smoked 'til your toes hurt
So just keep loathing your own worth
So soft this froyo's a gogurt got loafs
But ain't got Fro
Most these niggas don't even deserve
A track from me first of all
Let's get rid of them Louis Vuitton boots
And get your tall ass out that C-Class coupe
the wizard of the oz
Got them other bitches hattin' talkin' like flies
Say it, then she go fed
And she taste up from her toes to her head
Take her out
the rude one this time
You gotta problem
Then fuck you 206 times
To the tip top
Of the hit line
Imma get mine
Eye for an eye
Make the whole world blind
bye why my effect
When I hit the club like "hi hi, your blessed"
Tip the bar give fly, eyes
And talks on the minimum, clinks on the max
Got them
behind sippin a glass of wine
[Chorus]
[Flesh-N-Bone]
I'm in the limosine bus, black tint windows
Smashin on the diesel, head-rush from the indo
Vegas -
their crates
What a Shame your top critics, are ill informed mates
As the huddle hushes in round one
To commence your against an Emcee from a higher
Buried in Louis, I'm talking all brown linen, huh
Talk stupid, get your head popped
I got that Esther, bitch, I'm Red Fox
Big B's, Red Sox
I get
orange pumpkin Hummer
Stumblin? from the Courvoisier, and lots of hay
And make me run in your place and take your pops away
See, they got niggas in my hood
balcony and survive
Thrive off the pressure like a diamond in disguise
It shines out my eyes
Look into your soul and grab it by the head
Praise
on top with big racks
Louis this, Gucci that
When you a rich nigga, you can mismatch
Most these niggas that flex be broke, I don't understand, I don't
can go on date, not tryna be late
But fuck it, go head finish your face
I'm liking your taste
Uh, Yeah
You caught my attention
I'll fly you to london,
your bitch
When I f*ck I say okay
I got the trap back,
I’m not in no hatchback,
I gave lil mama a tip drill,
Not no cashback,
I beat the brakes off
in of these depths
What the fuck could I possibly do with your wealth
When I have you
By my side
Wipe your tears
Close my eyes
In your heart
I reside
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