Lyrics:
Ayy
These niggas keep on bitin' me like tell'em give it up
I'm like what up, then it's fa fa, I'm feelin' like nuk
Ain't no playin' by the rules,
boy tryna get bigger
It's Friday night, it's just me and my nigga
We on the hunt, on the scout
Tryna turn a bitch out
And when we get 'em, dig how we
Calling whenever you mad
"Yea this Nigga winning on the game right now
But don't let 'em tell you shit because he trash." (Childish ass nigga)
And for ohh
happy now,
Turning my back-
Nothing to say!
"Hey tell this jerk to take a hike,
There's somethin' 'bout that boy I don't like"
"Well sugar he don't
on
Yeah, I love your dress, but shawty take it off
I ain't rich, I ain't rich, nigga, tell em' I ain't rich
I ain't rich, nigga, tell em' I ain't rich
I see
both took a toke
The cow got high and the boy got by
Just don't come in my face and ask me why
Cheeba Cheeba ya'll
Yeah it's that cheeba cheeba
they ass a kiss
I kill 'em and laugh, it is like I'm a serial masochist
'Cause I'm a rude boy, and I ain't gon' change
Have whole heap of gyal and I
niggas is punks
They runnin' off at the mouth 'til I fill it up with my pump
They jump, my automatic keep 'em wary
Why you frontin' like you really
standin at the cliff boy
Go and tell the captain, that I'm capturin the ship boy
They was tryna cap him, it don't matter I don't shift boy
Why ya music
the smell of success
Ain't hard to tell em who next
I'm raising hell I'm possessed
Need to excel fuck the rest
I'm living well not much stress
Cuz by myself
realize you're on the weak end to the streets
Preacher for they peeps, you asshole
You in the motion to grab toes, you're reachin' for defeat
I tell 'em I
the lobby tell them send them up
Any pussy ever disrespect me ima hem him up
Grab him by the collar my for my dollars i can hit em up
Shut em down pick em up
nigga (wha)
No Limit nigga (wha)
Flipmode nigga (wha)
No Limit nigga (wha)
Flipmode nigga
Yo yo yo (here we go)
Coincide with yo boy check out
In my mind I was next up
And I'd check em if they test us
DJ Khaled tell em bless up
Bless up
But baby I am next up
In my mind I was next up
And I'd
the dishes
But I'm different, I still put 'em on just to show 'em right
I used to be the dark child but now I glow at night
I keep a milli by my side because
ship 'em, give it to the world
Sell it to the fuckin record stores!
Tell the fuckin haters to shut up!
'Cause it still ain't no limit
I know they
the start ye
My Heart made of Gold
And my chest made of Iron
I can't take the compliments
When they tell me did well
I just look em' in the eye and tell em
Evening out the lows with the highs
Nothing I done put in more than the time
They just think it all fall from the sky
I just tell em this was all by design
yea
And don’t be fooled by the way we balling now
If he say one more thing that I don’t like we bout to stomp em out
And tell that bitch you seen me
I touch em, I can touch their soul until they tearing up look
Young boy, get it back
Time and time I rhyme the lines defy the lies I'm fire I can spot
you don't respect your worth
When you from the dirt, you look em in the eye, tell em do they worst
We ain't happy with no Grammy
You can't have me for
The boy had dreams, yea
The boy had dreams, had to get it by any means
Didn't know how long my life would be, some death I seen
Never know when your
write rhymes
I tell 'em I used to
Shit now I'm writin' history you gonna remember
Like The Juice Crew
You to the G to the K-P-A Playa
Miss me bout
Flippin' that turf, have you runnin' and racin'
These junkies my patients, they walkin' and pacin' (what up? What up?)
I had to cook up, had to tell 'em
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