Lyrics:
on the lick
If you trust them hoes
Bring 'em wit' you on a mission
Give 'em some of your dough
But not mines though
And when I call, you come through
(yeah,
pass shit, so don't ask shit
You ain't do for me so I can't let up
Can't give fucks
Not nice nigga, yea so what
You ain't get a little sympathy from me
high, strung, thug nigga created by pain
Livin' my life in the fast lane, give a fuck 'bout the past
Got my mind on my cash and my next piece of ass, so
Let ye cast no judgement upon thy neighbor
Before the beam of thy own eyes have been cleansed
In the wicked ways of the world
God gives
advice
Well, tell 'em they look a-like they need a love in their life
And give 'em my number
Give 'em my number
And tell 'em I'm waitin' by the phone
still alive
When an immovable yes meets an immovable no
It must be dealt with grace and tempered with soul
If we all give up just a little control
We
'em at his momma home
Rang the bell, then 'ventually put two shots in his momma dome.
Heres a little story bout a boy that hit licks
Dope man, dope
and throw the candy (W)rapper
Up into the trash can
And I know EM Stans can not stand me but
I do not give a damn because the only Stan me fucks wit
Can only
can't let 'em wipe us out
Find solace in knowing
That we are not alone when
We're dancing barefoot
In the eye of the storm
Took a hurricane for us to find
'em up now
Get 'em up, get 'em up, get 'em up now
Get 'em up, get 'em up, get 'em up now
Get 'em up, get 'em up, get 'em up now
(The winner by
the window hollin' I don't give a damn
And if you don't give a damn let me see you rep your town
I'm swang-a-lang-a-lang the daddy da Hurricane
So you better
at a distance and your enemies close
Cause the folks you call friends tend to envy the most
Some cats'll hang themselves if you give 'em a rope
Burn the bridge
Frenchies that a little
Look like twins (yeah)
I can get you what you want
Just tell what you tryna spend
(What you tryna spend)
Got a blueberry farm by
jump
Yeah ya still got it
Call me little Roger Wilco
They know he'll go up the hill
Just to poke Jill bro
Still show everywhere I go love yo
Sticky
man
I never plan to change
Burning Buddha got that
Buddha on my chain
Heard my shooter gotta
Judas in his aim
Tie'em by a noose
We gone let'em hang
Yea
life I don't need em bye
I used to be a little bitch getting kicked around kicked kicked to the ground picked on by the whole town
Now I walk around
to give you that embarrassment
It's crazy what haters say when creating a narrative
I will flatten 'em all like the apron, no air in it
Media maybe is
at a distance and your enemies close
Cause the folks you call friends tend to envy the most
Some cats'll hang themselves if you give 'em a rope
Burn the bridge
her little waist like that
Thick as peanut butter and I bet it taste like that
Tryna peanut butter with a baseball bat!!
Hurricane pussy, she had
give a fuck?)
You think I give a fuck if you don't like me nigga?
Put 'em up in a club and fight me
I'm sorry that I'm just so fuckin exciting
Steadily
That sun is hot and that old clock is moving slow
And so am I
The workday passes like molasses in wintertime
But it's July
I'm getting paid by
much to me, I just wanna give right back to 'em you know
When 16 ain't enough, but I only get 16, that's like a cage you know
When 16 ain't enough, I
eyes
When I ride it's a murderous rhythm
And outside became pitch black
A demon glued to my back whispering, "Get 'em"
I got 'em, and I ain't give
mouth (Little bitch)
Quick to say "I'm sorry" when you're funny
Y'all can have him, cause Dangerous don't want him
He'll tell a lie almost every other
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