Lyrics:
get out my way coz fuck it I'm going
Im making my own moves all that in silence
I'm all in my own groove just minding my business
I live by my own
baby)
but I'm better off alone,
without you in my life
Easily we sing and we feel beat
If you know the words
to the song get your freak on
now
came
When your people gotta get shot
For tryna play with this gang shit like it was game
What's it like? That's pain
That's pain, that's pain
Let me
Just taste the funk and hit me
Just get on down and hit me
Bambaataa's jus' gettin' so funky, now hit me
Ya, just hit me
Just start to chase your
Now that word means a whole lot to me
Now what I mean by that, it's simple as this
You gotta open up your head
Matter of fact, open up your mind
And let
5
Nigga I'm just trynna get on Forbes list
Cos if it don't buy no robux for my only child then your 2 cent worthless
Opinions never made no purchase
trynna get on Forbes list
Cos if it don't buy no robux for my only child then your 2 cent worthless
Opinions never made no purchase
Go on put it back in
get out the mail
I dwell behind the veil
since He let me out the cell
I ain't gotta go to hell
He already paid my bail
Every day I get stronger
You know
bitch regular
Twenty-five cent won't get you nowhere
If you eat me you ain't coming up for no air
Bubblegum king
I swear to God I got no heir
You hoes mad
a groove with you
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Hey Mr. DJ keep playin' that song for me
Out on the floor in my arms, she's gotta be
Let's get it on (let's get it on)
on cents, I'ma wrap it 'round them
And first I unload the tractor, bust 'em out the wrapper
Get 'em to my trappers and they bring me back them rat chicks
and we own it
Cup your hands I holdem
In mine and I kiss em
Little moments like these
When they gone we gon missem
Loves all around us all we gotta do is
no nuisance, Circle tight, no new friends,
won't see me with no loose lips, Its top dollar for my 2 cents,
Big schemes, bring em all to life,
I was hit with the call, your whole motto is get tour
Drug rap owner, you will rip all
Live like the pope, and get a big hall
Flipped them a claren,
when a nigga get blast off
The spot we'll get his cash off that after no mask off
Pussy your heart pumpin but your brain gone
Think somethin sweet I
to help people get through their days
Instead of just staying in the dumps, just keep going.
Bring light to the situation, maybe, you know,
Try to find your
the city,
The nitty gritty, always together like titties.
By any chance that I do get burnt,
You better believe that I'm comin' back, just like a tax
Forgiveness, can you imagine dragons, don't get t too close you're radioactive attracting, curses ill hate and negativity, the enemy of your progress
'Til the wheels fall of, shaking 'em all off
Six figure niggas with it, over did it, spit it
In ways that'll cause a rush
Keeping your face in a state
First off, I gotta tell Draymond you a bitch
This nigga Klay just had five bro I'm fuckin
Pissed
Please give me curry back cause he do not
Miss
Sell
a nigga, watch out when I groove
I'm workin' on some other shit, tryin' to get the picture right
Searchin' for my heart in my chest, but all they found was
taste the funk and hit me
Just get on down and hit me
Bambaataa's jus' gettin' so funky, now, hit me
Yaaah!
Just hit me
Just start to chase your dreams
Ouuuu Amoney got his groove, I got my groove
I can show you what to do if you'd like me to
Could change your life but I can only spend one night with
and get your head cracked for that
You gettin' money nigga (yeah), you dimed out (yeah)
Well 50 Cent is the hottest shit out this (yeah)
You bust your
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