Lyrics:
no satellite dish
I'm adopted by YHWH so He my parent
And it's facts so don't question if it's apparent
The cotton our people would pick in the cotton
on my shirt, German on my stunt
Bitch, I'm makin' moves, 6 on 22's
Walk inside my house, all you see is views
Flat screens on the wall, white folks
stiching on the seats insides
White leather seat lookin real fly
Winking at the hoes as I ride by
Peep the gold tips on my exhaust pipe
You see the gold trim
the three-quarter reptiles
Enormous cream, forest green Benz Jeep
For my team so while you sleep I'ma scheme (that's right)
You see through, that's why nobody
ready to pull the Mac out
Sandwiched him by the feeder of 610
Unloaded the pistol, now dirt is now what his dick in
Shit, I seen a slab get stripped
We so jiggy up in here (let's go Weezy)
Slim baby, I see you (yes)
The streets make the hustlas
Hustlas make the world go 'round
The world is
I know that sooner or later I'm going to meet my maker
I never thought in the beginning I would see us fall in the end
Pay a man to paint
what I'm gon' do without my baby
It's driving me crazy (driving me crazy)
Because I'm missing my baby (missing my baby)
I'm going out of my mind
go to the mall and we kick it like Bruce Lee
She always choose me
Cuz that is my baby her neck gonna do things
Louis purse and Gucci shirt
Lemme see
but I
Need something tighter What do you desire, straight
Gangster going crazy Hynas love me but I love my, angel, baby
Angel baby, my angel baby
We so jiggy up in here (let's go Weezy)
Slim baby, I see you (yes)
The streets make the hustlas
Hustlas make the world go 'round
The world is
like you did before.
Said come on baby you think I'm so blind
I see what you're doing behind my back all the time
I get suspicious when you call me
to the game, I'm John Wayne & got my arm ready
I can't even pretend I fuck with you nah that ain't going baby
I see the timeline coming & I changed it, it's been
dies by this disease
In record numbers indeed
Got momma's crying out please
My baby hold on
My child ain't done nothing wrong
Still I want to holler
Ask
what I'm gon' do without my baby
It's driving me crazy (driving me crazy)
Because I'm missing my baby (missing my baby)
I'm going out of my mind
gospel song
I'll keep it going to the break of dawn
Damn baby got it goin on
Baby breaking down her walls and I like that
l be fucking with my drawers she
going down, bitch one time for Yung Joc
One time for CoKane Cash, nigga off top
One time for them (brrr), we got comin' by the flock, nigga
One time
If you see me walking down the street and I start to cry
You got the juice now man
Yeah, let's go
It's Rah
Damn baby
Aye
Where you going looking like
INTRO [Maestro Fresh Wes - talking]
Yeah, yeah yeah. I got my man in the studio, Mac. What's going on money?
[Mac] Yo what's up? Chill
[Maestro]
the sky
I'm off of the potions so tell me i'm right
So tell me i'm right
If i'm going by faces I know you surprised
Look at my chain it's gon blind like
of July
The bullshit they on, really got me fried
Let me give you a deal, eye for an eye
So it's now or never baby, do or die
I gave my loyalty; you gon
a hundred rounds
SK's, AK's, 10 and 4's, G's and Mac's
All you can do is put it on your fuckin back
Call ???? pronunciation might sell ounce that dope
I see
some?
Baby Joe yeah that’s my family
He gon face some
(VL Deck)
Army guns for niggas that think they want it
Beefin’ with the precinct
The opposition
little baby
(This Xavien Mac)
You can go little baby
(And I'm getting them stacks)
You can go little baby
(Bye)
You can go little baby
(See ya)
You can go
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