Lyrics:
to the pumps
Had you floating in the ocean
Now you trashed by the dumps
Nifty fifty gang, I was raised in the slumps
Pockets so fat like it's raised by
But I'm a fool untamed by the children in this game
Tre, go grab them things, we gon' get paid, man
Joe Casey know a nigga wan' buy some things
I
and the rat-a-tat-tat by Max or Philly Joe
On we go
{all together}
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[Doodlebug]
The season's been fat like some boom
Doodlebugs math jazz
slim
That's a forty that's a forty
I get it poppin every morning
Still dealing twenties
Seen how my dawg he like the foreign things not the boring
Listen shawty ain't no take backs
Now you see me poppin so you gotta face facts
Face that, my new shawty got that cake fat
She a dime piece, she
i'm like a dead end
You can't get nothing by me (Stop it)
I'm Nino Man, I keep shooters behind me
They knew how I was comin'
Already when 'Kiss signed
I don’t fuck with nobody like that
Bitch you tried it
It’s young Joe Trill
Just trying to get to a mill
Keepin’ it a bill
The Art of Not Givin’
I'm a soul taker, fuck the law makers
'Cause I'm a case catcher, my lawyer get big extra
Yeah, I'm a ho snatcher, but if that ho ratchet
I'ma Joe
celebratin, poppin off the cork
If I'm goin out, I'm goin out with a bang
Side by side with my boys, not a gang
Yeah
Wake up, New York
It's time
with your girl, it's just somethin' 'bout her
I'm havin' fun with her, you better come get her
I fuck her face, bust one on her concealer
And make
are's I don't need no microphone
Too many critics tend to be silly
Too many frogs go ribbit but never leave lillies
I get it poppin like a ineen milli{?}
dinero
Like Joe Pesci, Hov' is so deadly
In the middle of the ocean, racin on jet skits (*PYOOM!*)
Get your mind right or get it on your left sleeve
to describe you ya know..
It's everything about you I mean.. damn!
You make me feel good..!!
[Chorus]
When I'm gone girl I miss you, when I'm at home I get
Montana, loose cannon
He shot me so I had to do it
Put him in the dirt, put him in it first
I just sold a swammy with ten hommies on it
Her a** fat, you
Montana
Loose cannon, he shot me so I had to do it
Put him in the dirt, put him in it first
I just sold a swammy with ten hommies on it
Her ass fat, you
Yeah. Uh. Joe crack the don!
Ton' Sunshine. Terror, uhh
Terror squad, its our time!
Uhh, yea, hand it ova
Uh, yo, uh-huh, what, yea, uh... woo
and survive every night
CORNER BLOCC
Throw it up
When we roll up
Seeing the homies
They chillin
Smoking on a fat blunt
Nicca we chillin
Til my body gets numbed
Of the last chance
To restore the endangered
Without hidden agendas
Wouldn't that be splenda
Take it up on the TV
Stickin' 'em up while the CDC
Distracted by
on flossin
Fuck the robbery I be on extortion
Embrace the lecture, test taste the texture
Not Lance Rivera, nor Mason Betha
Get the 8 and stretch it, til
the man can't cheat
And make it pop, cause we're already poppin
So I'm whistlin, sittin on the dock by
The bay, singin 'ay-hey,' can you copy?
Boomin like
tryna stay out of
trouble Stickin' and movin' with that sack, I can't
fumble ass be to fat, got me rippin' her bundle
I'm keepin' it on me, so why would
sloppy you know i dont trust her
Fat shit start poppin get hit in yo stomach
Kyrie with the cross ima hit & he stumble
His shit start bubbling he turn
get it get it
Ollie Prop, Joe Jit, dope shit spit it
Mathematics, rhythm and time
I'm the sun you the planet
Once a day we align
Appear when I shine
by and it caught my eye
That ass so super fat, oh my my my
Everybody outta her life, he oh so nice
You the best thing of all times
Best thing
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