Lyrics:
pull up
In the green whip
FMF the family
You ain't blood than
We ain't seen shit
Speaking on my brother
You get wrapped up
On the scene shit
Gang
that shot
Do it for her when she get to the top
Absurd remix she make that
Genre pop off
Shes seen that lost
Look at us what weve been taught
Face
at night, tossing and turning
Underneath his pleated quilt protector, tears welling in his eyes as he
Pictured Marsha, her sworn vows overcome by liquor
tossing and turning
underneath his pleated quilt protector, tears welling in his eyes as he
pictured Marsha, her sworn vows overcome by liquor
down?
Iz u down? Iz u down?
Can I ask?
Iz u down? Iz u down?
Iz u down? Iz u down?
Now it ain't hard to tell
By the way you"ve been lookin at her face
down wit the kush
See the snort in the face
You can tell by the look
1845 classic European wall paintin'
I smoke the bottom jar shakin'
One good foot
Lil' Jay on the track, nigga
Aye and you already know it's ya boy Lil' Scrappy
We finna have the whole M-F world, rockin' in dis bitch
Look
what I'm saying?
So answer my question (Durk)
Is you riding for the case you know? (For the case you know)
Is you dying by the case, you know? (Is
They say it's never rains
In Southern California
But when you from a state
Where it's always snowin'
You tend to not believe the
Things that people
clip is a .22 dum-dum
Oh yeah, I seen your moms, I hit her off with a jum
You know what I'm saying? Fret it or forget it
I'm like the short and fly so
clip is a .22 dum-dum
Oh yeah, I seen your moms, I hit her off with a jum
You know what I'm saying? Fret it or forget it
I'm like the short and fly so
foreign
Never felt this before but it's so familiar
Distant, abhorrent, culture adornment
Witch has my throat but I kissed her
This feeling is foreign
Bumbu by the case, nigga, fuck you, fly away
Sick shit, blrrrp
Dedicated
To the culture that Tunechi birthed
To the sons and daughters of Weezy
numbers I bagged
Then caught a cab back
To Jamaica Ave by the library
Seen the part of shabazz
New New York New York York York
(all to those who live in
blame the you can blame the guap
New style, ridin' round ridin' round in drop tops
Yea we drop the top, then she drop her top
Skid marks in the asphalt
heard every bold face lie you politicians said
I've seen for myself
And you can't fool your sight
Well we better make a change
And we'd better start
even trying
You don't scare me at all
If you did a drive-by, I'd wave!
It's so cute when you rap
It's like I'm watching my dad
Tryna use an iPad
better have a life insurer
Blood thirsty, I got sharks in the water
And trust me, I know a killer whale, no orca
Have you ever seen a nightmare
home. I've seen the pain, her aching
Sores
I fled the southern hemisphere. I ran upon
The sea. I felt the tradewind through my hair
Not for a second
Fueled by eighty proof, kept alive by pacemakers
Shouldn't ever have pursued when I knew the doons made her
No, I couldn't hate her 'cause I made the first
jacking Tito
Imagine the Jackson 5 without a father
Gary Indiana, just outside Chicago
King of Pop maybe would never have seen his tomorrow
It was a belt
The bird is not the word
Unless your surfin'
I get nervous
Quite a bit
If you haven't seen me
Inna while I apologize
I go missing sometimes
Like native
He walked into the bar and parked his lanky frame upon a tall barstool
With a long soft Southern drawl said
"I'll just have a glass of anything
you know
Keep that on the low though
I walk down yellow brick like Toto
I got a four do’, ruby slippers
I got my bitch with her
She got a bitch Suzie
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