Lyrics:
hoe
Im disrespectful i burn like
Pyros while walking tight ropes
Yeah that's my side hoe i dont
Reply though only good for
Good head and fios check my
Hey, don't miss out on what you're passing
You're missing the hootah of the funky Buddah
Eluder of the fucked up style's that get wicked
So come
you be around
Don't bring me down
I need a queen fit for king not for a clown
Girl wear that crown, yeah
VVS's round yo neck girl buss it down, yeah
around on me
Walk down the hall like you never were front of me
Then it all dawned on me that you were probably
Testing to see if I lie to my new girl
She
a breeze
I try to get in by showin' some love
But then I regret it the feelin' is rough
I see that it's jealousy that I'm above
I see through the holes like
and spill blood with a simple bill
To get bitches to climb a hill and stop on they heel
Like they're Achilles and I'm that single enemy
Carrying an arrow
Hold me down and by me peace (piece)
But if I need ya please don't jam up
You know I got it on like Curtis Snow was with that camera
Spent plenty
only seventeen
I put the bullshit aside and I gave it everything
Motivated by my dreams got inspired by the green
I had to go and get it go get it by any
looking like a plate
A box combo no slaw for toast now that's a date
Would quickly get pathetic if you fuck with my bae
My n***a I'm insane so don't fuck
on my tip so hard I be the life style
But I get silky, go for you like milk gee
Brothers sun on wack on waxs like Milli Vanilli
Uhh! you know I've got
Carrying that heat so we still in a hotbox
Every one of you niggas is getting laid down
Now half of your gang is in hospital gowns
Execute 'em one by one
Get the money then dash, first to win cant finish in last (Dead last)
Gold medals likes phelps , worked hard did it by myself
Swim team with the drip,
hold it up to the speakers
And you let Luther do your talkin' for you
And Luther break it down like
Ridin' around in my whip, listenin' to my shit
South Texas mutherfucka that's where I stay
Gettin' money from yo bitches every goddamn day
Big paper I'm foldin'
Hoes is on my mutherfuckin' jock
For all
a nigga
I'm here gettin' the money up
If you ain't gettin' paper I'ma need you to shut it up
If I show up I shut it down that's facts
Money hungry nigga I
Stay down, hand on my heart, hear the truth leave my mouth
Don't like no drama, keep that to yourself
I'm keeping the peace when I'm coming around
"Free my brothers out the dog pound"
Got a kid on the way, I'm trying to get out my sinning ways
I just cannot be like none of these people that's just
to get pushed back
You could poke your chest out in the street
That's cool
But in a bing this fool
Was like Louis Rich meat
We don't run from
me, cuz I flow like my money
Smokin
Rolling round we got that loud
Potion
Pour one out for all dem down
We all in
Hold it down for all yo towns
We goes
gotta go
Nigga fa sho
100K shows when we hit the road
Hand in the face I swish like Kobe
Years down the road i'll get my trophy
I aint gotta do it all by
And I'm really geeked up
And I got mo' dro'
I wop? I roll
It's all I do
It's the summer time
But yo laffy taffy got me cold (oh)
Gone get loose (oh)
these bitches out here always can be bought (can be bought)
Let me show you how to ball (ball)
Let me show you that yo real niggas gone be there when
stand like "Fuck you"
I'm from the other side where we ride like a bus do
Thrity-six O-Z's got me riding Lexus
Chevy at the crib, get the weed shit
and fuck yo bitch and spark it up
(Wait, wait)
Futurola Mike Tyson blunt full of purple punch
Treat a opp just like he runts, Blowing back woods by
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