Lyrics:
How you love this playboy? This
One here bezzled out
With the Hot Boys and the
Tear da Club up Thugs
(Nigga like thiiiiiis) Ridin on twenties
Memphis
Stick by my side and I'm ready to aim
Boy stop playing them games
Lettin' off shots double tap to the brain
I be whippin' in a range
Cost 100 bands in
girls so fine
Out here till a boy fall weak
But mi hupenda Mungu but chill
There's so much temptation but chill
These days I'm overworking and stroking
envision
Pushing P, I push the piston
Pushing me, that's how I'm living
You'll never fall, boy you tripping
Trying to grow, I wrote "The Victim"
Villain
gettin' by
Brunch with some Qatar royals and my cup is all oil
You know it's real when your niggas will take the fall for you
All loyal so you keep
from the horse's mouth (ah)
You know that everything they tell you boy is just hearsay
You gotta be careful when the rumor's out
True enough now you
and soon money will flow out the sack, boy
I'm moving fast, boy
I'm moving fast like a track star (Star)
Fuck a nigga up like I'm Black Star (Star)
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like shit boy
She ain't even on the pill what's the point bruh
She ain't shit tho imma hit ten hoes mile high club lookin out the fucking window
I ain't
The festival was over and the boys were all planning for a fall
The cabaret was quiet except for the drilling in the wall
The curfew had been lifted
[intro]
Yeah,Syndicate's in the house
Yeah,Geto Boys in the house
Yeah,Donald D's in the house
Yeah,Body count's in the house
Yeah,Zulu Nation's in
braced against the wall
He slowly looked up from his beer my God that man was tall
He said boy I see you're a scrapper so just before you fall
I'm gonna
To get out of the heat
The beat the killer
Cmon everybody
There ain't none chiller
I'm bigger than 9/11
And that boy called Stifler
Taste like a Vino
take what I want out my mommas purse
Out my momma purse,
I wanted money the feelin of Lavish is all I want
Nigga all I want
Momma said boy if you
We gon' get that boy gone
We gon' get that boy gone
We gon' get that boy gone
We gon' get that boy gone
We gon' get that boy gone
Ye Ye
We gon' get
DOOR
AND PUTTING HER WATER BOTTLE AWAY BUT IT FALLS ON THE
FLOOR. THEN FREDDIE COMES RUNNING OUT FROM HIS APARTMENT
ACROSS THE HALL AND GRABS IT THEN
make it back it's perfect timing
She say that she love me I'm like shawty why you lying?
I'm a lover boy I fall in love too fast
Ya I told her I can not
it's lookin' like I run things
Runnin' shit, diarrhea
And ever since my dad died I ran out of fear
G5 through the sky boy we outta here
Sippin P&J fresh
something man
So at that point what else could you ask for?
Tears running down a nigga face
In a room full of failures I feel out of place
Still
not fall while in it
They say I'm 'bout it but boy I been it
Yeah, yeah
This ain't a game
Stay out my lane
Bet you they gone know my lane
Gone be
I bet my girlfriend wheels to your deal
Fucker what’s really good, man?
I put my chain next to ya house
And I bet I leave out wit ya spouse
It’s that
Throwin' money 'cause I can and I love it
From nothin' to somethin'
You know us we the usual suspects
You know the boys on the block wanna take us
the woman's head nobody will by and she began to cry
That was in the early fall and when came the late fall
Son she said the sight of you makes your
find you and my AP nine don't jam
I'm a rider, you can't take it out of me, man
I be wildin', you can wait by my house for me, fam
I will fire
find you and my AP nine don't jam
I'm a rider, you can't take it out of me, man
I be wildin', you can wait by my house for me, fam
I will fire
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