Lyrics:
I'm way too hot
Y'all be bugginn like I won't step wit it
Poking the bear woah what it do
cin't nobody make noise y'all be sweet wit it come correct
just pissed
You shoot like you got permission to miss
You wouldn't clap nickels by a fountain
With yo' bitch in a wish
I don't ballroom brawl
Fuck a kick
Ayyy yup
[Intro 2X: D-Roc]
y'all niggaz ain't crunk
y'all niggaz don't bump
y'all can't blow out the trunk
y'all niggaz ain't crunk
[Chorus:
Yo, who want it with us? Y'all niggas not fuckin' wit' us
Y'all hoppin' nimrods; We holdin' on up under the truck
We caked out; we all got cars so
it's real
Smooth as Sinatra
You can tell by my pops that I'm street
Fuck the forecast I'll let you know what day'll be heat
See I recruit smart
To stay the fuck away from Trae
When the fuck, these niggas gon learn
I've been the realest thang
That done came in they life
And it hurt me daily to turn
the strapping now you settle wit the best ya'll
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo,
This is one time that I ain't playing wit niggas
The homey stomped it and I'm
What what what what what what, what
[Ice Cube]
I'm a Nigga Wit an Attitude thanks to y'all
And I don't give a fuck I keep it gangsta y'all
I'ma
What what what what what what, what
[Ice Cube]
I'm a Nigga Wit an Attitude thanks to y'all
And I don't give a fuck I keep it gangsta y'all
I'ma
make em sick to they stomach they ont wanna see me bubble
Y'all ont fuck wit me and that just put me back up in my duffle thanks for nothing
(Thanks for
And vegas aint payin no shooters to miss
Fuck this imma snap again
Wit a full blown massacre thats intent
Pass the herbs, pass the pen
Aint a crip but im
though
Say you been movin' them bricks, still claimin' you the shit, Like yeah nigga we know
Fuck wit' me (Aye!)
Fuck wit' me (Aye!)
Fuck wit' me
Why is you sayin shit, who is you playin wit
I got a big house, who is you stayin wit
Till you can spend this type of shit on ya wrist
(chorus)
ya'll
Y'all be acting tough but you not like That for real
Lately I've been out of my mind so it Me hard to leave the weed alone
Fuck you think nigga I ain't
the hedges
And y'all poppin' like y'all hot, boy stop y'all been bitches
Fuck harbor rd, fuck kirkwood this ain't no sneak dissin'
Fuck wit them better duck
with 'em
Oh I ain't goin' play wit'cha, I ain't goin' play wit'cha man!
Ha ha ha, I need y'all to sing children
Sing, I like it when the children sing
Smooth as Sinatra, you can tell by my pops that I'm street
Fuck the forecast, I'll let you know what day'll be heat
See, I recruit smart niggas with heart,
when the bar closed
Fuck it up then shut it down
I'll leave this bitch wit like five hoes
Star studded main event
Can't see me wit that limo tint
She
power to fuck wit us
And a lot more niggaz to buck wit us
[Royce Da 5'9"]
I'm the King of Detroit, I'm the King of the Kings
The King of the ring, cause
Sherman Heller, crack pusher
You gotta serve fiends by all means
To make cream to feed home
I'm just another gangsta, breed homes
Let me run wit my niggas
girlfriend and sister
By mr. thuggish ruggish himself nigga wit big ol' nuts
Represent them st. clair cleveland soldiers don't give a fuck to get buck
To all
y'all don't want to fuck with us
We them niggas, murderers
Repeat 1 (2x)
2 - How many want to die wit me?
Repeat 2 (8x)
How many want to die
So called beef wit you know who
Fuck it he just let him kill all of our troops
Look at the bullshit we been through
Had the niggas sitting on top
to ball
Said she can't wait for a thug to call
She don't post much, got these hoes confused
She got wit a winner y'all chose to lose
Pretty ass face big
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