Lyrics:
Dat lil girl done jumped out of your stomache
Nd grown in2 a woman
U lil prickz study a nigga
Nd I ain't even stuntin u niggas
They wanna go nd rock my
arm up
N Rick Jamesz
I get to clappin mah hand
Like im finna go insane
Lil mama wanna marry me
Jus gimme some brain
Im grippin, grippin tha grain
Lemme
keep a "blucka-blucka"
Hit 'em all week
Give me the keys to the bubble
I'm on y'all street
And watch it go up in flames boy
Blow up tha game boy throw up
nigga you gotta be a killa
Cause on tha reala
Nothin' out here but some gorillas
My mind made up ta ride
I'm a ride
What I'm after nigga ta bust
and a booty on buss
I don't even come inside, I don't even need to bust
How ya doin' lil shawty? Gotta leave in a rush
On tha go
On tha go, on tha go, on tha go
this, check it out
[Twista]
Who am I, N**** wid tha blunt, steady trippin, sippin on the concoction,
with tha gun c***tin
Drum knockin, gotta get
Stay smoked out, Money Mark stay loched out
Bicardi wit tha chokes out, hollerin' folks out
When I go by hittin this, Slip-n-Slide ain't no forgettin'
the west
Heard they gotta couple banks in town that ain't been held up yet
Well uh, I oughta make it by sundown
I figure that's enough time to get tha
[Mr. Pookie]
Destiny, now can you tell me wha's tha meanin
Where I'm goin in this life,its so trife,I get to skeemin and dreamin
Is thea a way I
and lets go (what)
What y'all niggas thank Wayne ain't bad
Lil' baby boy thuggin' tote a K foe sag
I be up in all black behind the ski mask
Outside
nigga L-I-L see wit tha crew da S-N-why-P-A-da Z
I thought you knew, cause up in Chi beat boys die
This ain't New York I'm sick of niggas sellin out
Like
nigga L-I-L see wit tha crew da S-N-why-P-A-da Z
I thought you knew, cause up in Chi beat boys die
This ain't New York I'm sick of niggas sellin out
Like
(They Gone Scream My Name Dinero)
(Yung Lando Go Crazy)
Might die showing love like Rylo
I keep tha cash like I’m Wells Fargo
Hope I don’t crash I
I'm spittin and spillin tha trill and I'm sippin on barre
Tell that bitch get in tha car
How many nugs a tha killa gon fit in tha gar?
I take it a lil
wit' tha Layzie, lil' Eazy, my mentor.
Keep in, handin' over tha shoes, I go walkin' in,
And, baby, had to go, die, bye bye,
Wit' tha cruel world,
backends
No signature when tha package land
Ask me how I had to take me a chance
No big homie I had to finesse me advances
I gotta lil hoo outta kanas
She
a lil something to get her from a to b
Ya'll got nowhere to go come and stay wit me
Wit a niece and a nephew dat love me to death
My little brother nick i
hoe with me wherever i go
Next by a glocc bitch im uppin a pole
Bitch call me billie cause bitch im tha goat
Yo bitch see tha flash nd she strikin
ah drop in twos
Mo's Fools do nothin and I tasts my turnin
And passin it out wit tha Layzie lil' Eazy, my mentor
Keep in, handin over tha shoes, I go
Yeah its mr Tote a rode
With a scope
Now im back up in tha m
Thats just how it gotta go
When he with me he act classy
But i know his ass a hoe
So i
The dark
Way too bright Gotta look At my shit With someGlasses
Got my shit Getting fancy On all of These Niggas
I'm Stepping on niggas In fashion
Make 'em
Talked to tha plug that was Jose Said he got a half I said okay
Gotta go and get it nigga no play
Jus reupd on a slow day
Niggas want a front tell em
really flow it yes I really know it Its tha nigga Quelly Quel yes I got to go in
Every time I pick up on the flow lil nigga ya I know Quelly Quel that Im
So what the fuck gotta say
Fuck Mr. Clynch coming' straight from the playground
Lil whore got it bad cause I'm brown
And not the other color so Chase
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