Lyrics:
wife
Yah yah
If I copp you by the store
Bitch you know I gotta score
You know I hit it by the front
At the back I fuck these hoes
I wanna marry
You
This bud got my head in the sky
Blasting that BIG
Ready to die
Can see by the red in my eyes
I'm out chea nigga
I'm living my life
Look a hater right
She pouring her cup by the deuce
She offer some henny now she acting too loose
V-12 engines we running through red lights
Tint is all black all you see
eat by my lonely
Sleep by my lonely
Pistol on my waist
It's just me and my homie
When I go to work I'm by my lonely
Eyes stay red so they call me stoney
cut the bullshit, enough
Let's get it started, let's start addressing this issue and open it up
Let's take this shit back to basement
And we can
you're killing me!)
Voices screaming like a symphony
Please just gimme some sympathy
Get out my way
This is a riot nothin left to say
Can't sit on my sins
can't keep up when they're waggin like some copper cars
When i jot my bars get an A+ cos i topped the class
Dropped the glass n i never looked back
Done
Keep some red bottoms
Gotta keep my foot on these niggas neck
Ain't nobody stepping harder than my gang
That's on my set
Drip from head to toe
I put that
2 Katanas by my side
2 Katanas by my
2 Katanas, I'm a slice you open
How I wanna
Respect the silence, respect the code
I'm a gain my honor
Back on my
his big red hat
And I know my mom and dad can't fly like that
And then I heard some footsteps in the hall outside my door
The same ol' Christmas
that's that
Matter-o-fact gimme your autograph, on my nut-sack
Ya'll niggas Benigni-ing, not cool
You just got some white kids in the suburbs fooled
said excuse me lady, but I remember seeing you at the Palladium
Way back in September
'Cause you was beatboxin' for Lou Rawls
In some bright red boxer
said excuse me lady, but I remember seeing you at the Palladium
Way back in September
'Cause you was beatboxin' for Lou Rawls
In some bright red boxer
tied back
Reading for fun
Burned by the sun
Testing out betas just to see how they run
Dive rolling around fake firing guns
Some like em young and dumb
Real gutter shit, bitch
I'm sippin on some H1
This ain't no red rum (I got some red)
Tell me, bitch
Is you gon' hold me down if the feds come?
Ninja 'bout to kick a little story 'bout miranda
I was out dopping by the purple turtle hanging wif some homies
Skopped one too many dops, damn I need
brought Ice Cube back
And have Dr. Dre screaming "Meek Mill is a rat"
It's a wrap, red khakis, red Cincinnati
I'ma see you in the streets, don't at me
"Gimme my shit, lil' bitch."
Kill or be killed, in a battle field
Live how you die, nigga, die by the skill
Kill or be killed, in a battle field
Live how
Money ain't a thing throw it out like rice
Been around the world cop the same thing twice
Rub on my tits (Huh!) squeeze on my ass (Oh!)
Gimme some uh!
Big dick energy
Ohh
Come on girl, gimme that dick, girl
Ohh
Walkin' in the room so cool, she's a winter breeze
Oh I wish I had some of her big dick
Wish
screaming all night she woke up horse
Either way I need me some money coming some sort
Am I still trapping is a pig's pussy pork
You can tell by my walk that
fruity they just like some gummy's
Lowkey bored wanna chill wit sun friends
Yo whats the move let me hit up Jaden
Ay, ay, ay, Call me back I'm busy
Did it
dashin' through the snow
In a candy red top 6-4
Over the hills I go
Laughin' at this hoe
Nuts on rich and rings
Makin' me feel right
Oh what fun
I need me some new socks, I need me some new drawers
I draws attention, like a letter to a Sargent
There's A Few Good MC's the wack I'm giving
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