Lyrics:
Right up in hurr, is the sweet spot
Stay right up in hurr, and don't bend wit da pre'sure
Is that what it is? The cake will do
Uhh, uhh uhh,
ride wit me it's over
Whipping a Rover
Whipping a Rove
Hundred K cash on the wrist
Oxyco dipped in the soda
Talk slick to a nigga bitch then fuck
Upgrade
and call it 24s
You sit on 24s and we sip on 24s
Got the Caddy sitting on a pair of Gucci penny-loafs
I get money, fuck wit bitches that give me mo'
Man, you
and call it 24s
You sit on 24s and we sip on 24s
Got the Caddy sitting on a pair of Gucci penny-loafs
I get money, fuck wit bitches that give me mo'
Man, you
calmly
Listen to R&B when we get the call he's
No longer wit' us, fire your babysitters
You lil' fucks fall back for real
Thirty's the new twenty,
calmly
Listen to R&B when we get the call he's
No longer wit' us, fire your babysitters
You lil' fucks fall back for real
Thirty's the new twenty,
Pull down on yo block, air out houses like a hotbox
Ridin wit a glocc, no respect
Ion give a fuck about ops
Hear the gunshots
Pull up wit a 50 mag
on me? I got a beam on you
You fuck wit me? I'ma fuck wit you
Beeitch! Like it always be
Y'all bitches gon' have to kill me, feel me!
You gon' have
fuck wit that)
What, what, what, what (can you can you really really fuck wit that)
[J-Boo]
Yo, I told y'all once before, it ain't a game
I'm
wasn't worked up seven figgas
They wouldn't fuck around with this nigga
They wouldn't be by my side
They wouldn't be screaming Trae
They wouldn't be in my
Thizat, playin them hoes just like Dizaz
It's all about the cizash,
Clash and blast on they bitch ass
Yelling out fuck y'all bitches
Hittin' fourteen
Fuck ya'll beats I made my own slaps
I'm one of the nigga's that helped to put the town on the map
Bounce out, wit, sticks, cock, aim, shoot, hit
wit ya
When ya whip the lambo, take the top wit ya
I ain't bout to fuss and argue wit ya
When ya cross me hope God wit ya
Y'all niggas search
DEY TOLD YOU
(VERSE 1)
MAN I KNEW IT WOULD BE A DAY SOME BITCH AZZ NIGGA CROSS AND LET WATEVE FUCK HIM UP TO COME AND FUCK WIT A BOSS WAT you THINK
on knees wit g's out of state
Flippin more yay than IHOP flip pancakes
I'm a boss balla now shot calla now
Rose's Bentley's nigga fuck the Apollos now
a lick
All yall niggas acting
Yall don't want no action
I don't fuck wit niggas
You don't buss them triggas
Sippiin on that texaco
White bitches snortin
anybody here all day, shit I trizit to my clizit
Who want to fuck wit it, since tha World is a ghetto
looks like I'm stuck wit it, Killa Cali is
stuntin' and frontin' (Uh, huh)
And them was the days when you didn't have nothing (Nah, nah)
40 thats on me gon tuck it and clutch it if you fuck wit me
I'm George Floyd i'm George Floyd
I'm George Floyd
So much blood spilled on the pavement
I can't forget the lives they took
fuck being famous
I'm
Paul]
Now whats the fuck the use of holdin a gun and playin wit you hoes
I'm bout to shut down yo heart thats how the story gizoes These boys think
The jesus christ on my neck reach to my lap
I teach you to rap in my sunday school
These bitches get a one day rule
You gotta fuck by monday, cool?
Or she
Just cause you just can't hang wit dis
(wit dis, wit dis, wit dis)
Verse One: Wildstyle
y'all niggas ain't shit, nothing to fool with, we too swift
Ha ha, ungh, once a-muthafuckin' gain
Me an my nigga, Silkk
We gon' show y'all how we mobb
No Limit for life, how we do this shit
West Coast style
thank you for the payment
Any opportunity yeah you know that ima take it
I won’t ever fold on my day ones not at all
Y’all the type to never check
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