Lyrics:
cooked get killed at night
You don't need Christ I can end your life
Lets move lets move
Man we hotter than a lot of these
Capping ass nigga's
Only
sometime get complacent
Mix my pain with the liquor
Blurred lines a picture thousand words would say
Don't know the words to say
Can't find the words to say
at the curb
Goddamn it's hella crazy
No it don't amaze me when I spit this fire
Higher than a sire, my first name is Sir
S-IR
Can you understand, this is how I
you can't afford this don't get aboard this flavor
Unless you got the fever flavor for a Pringle
Come be a single, let me see you mingle jingle dangle
to
A cordless, you can't afford this, don't get aboard this flavor
Unless you got the fever flavor for a Pringle
Come be a single, let me see you mingle,
the 40
He gone get rowdy
And ya don't want that shit
Cause it's gon' be naughty, by nature
Fuck a player hater
I'mma come through
And you know I'm down
the 40
He gone get rowdy
And ya don't want that shit
Cause it's gon' be naughty, by nature
Fuck a player hater
I'mma come through
And you know I'm down
Don't got a lot of time, tryna be up in ya mix, it go
Nine to five, or eleven to six, I've had a whole
Lot of shifts, and I still ain't get rich, ya know
Standing by my brothers, kicking back-to-back like I'm Drake
How do you expect to run lad, when you don't take the time to go train
My boys got
is all overseen by my man will
As I walk through the valley shadow of death
I know that I ain't got much time left
And they don't really wanna see
don't want smoke
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Woo, this is nature boy please don't make me go there
Y'all something like a new flame
Pussy I'm the old flare
But I'm
I'm throwed and I'm cold
Man, I mix the new with the old, come on
Snap ya fingers, do ya step
You can do it all by yo' self
Let me see you do it,
your name especially
In drug game
They call me bigg daddy cane
Don't get tricked by these hoe that's a pimp lane
Strapp. up or get aids
Had to save
a dad
I just be playin' my role
I'm on that path cannot afford to fold
This shit to me never get old
I am Batman because I'm brave and bold
All my
rapper in the game no arguing (arguing)
And I don't even write, pause
Un-pause this, so keep ya bitch ass lines inside the margin
Lil Wayne dot com
I got the pack of Rough Riders in the back of the Pathfinder
You know the epilogue by James Todd Smith
I get swift with the lyrical gift
Hit you
to make shit fit, now check this shit
I got the pack of Rough Riders in the back of the Pathfinder
You know the Ep along by James Todd
Smith I get
count cash for a livin` (beotch, BEOTCH!)
[Chorus]
Now, there was a cool little old fuck
Smoked a little broccelius then we stopped by the burrito
because you swear an awful
Lot don't make a rap god, Garrett Otto
But a flow just might like Verrazano
Don't get hit like snare drummers
You'll be hanged
like mountains keep it up
Gotta reup im stacking cheese up
Stay plugged like Freezers
Niggas run into the pole and freeze up
I don't play games
I get
you think she doin' over here, watchin' Netflix?
Beard game, might just let it grow down to my necklace, uh
I don't hope for wins, I expect it, uh,
I'm from the dirty dirty, where a lot of these cats mix the weed
With the coke and blow dirty, we're off the chain meng
Rap game, crack game, cut it,
chicos, I gotchu, I promise!
Miami, I gotchu, I promise!! I'ma take over this bitch! I promise!!
So get ready mothafuckaz, this is not a game
the dirty, dirty
Where a lot of these cats mix the weed
With the coke and blow dirty
We're off the chain meng
Rap game, crack game, cut it
Cook it, chop it,
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