Lyrics:
he live
Ion talk about it I be really in the field
Poles on deck like a light by a field
Clip got a curve like a motherfucking elbow
Imma shoot first
to you more
And girl I give it to you one by one
Yeah yeah yeah
You’re the one I want
Got me thinking bout you on and on baby
Tell me if im wrong
But I
and sometimes it make you wonder
Where the hell a little broke sixteen got a five
He could ever even think about putting on the goddamn line
Inside he was dying
the smoke then he know we gon' pull up
Sipping this shit straight and nigga know I'm on up
I'm on my prime, my homie fucked up he caught him a dime
He want
I'm havin' green like pigment of Piccolo
I keep the stick on me, turn in your order
Bossed up on niggas, ain't takin' no orders
I got your hoe
thrives in chaos
In this bitch like he on Melrose
Baby come got get it
And if you by my side, whatever you want I say let's get it
Tweeting stuff like
babies havin' babies
She was fourteen, actin' like she eighteen
Got pregnant by a nigga, that was locked up in them cages
And the story goes on, if you
digits
That's the kinda dude that can roll with the President
Sit up in the Rolls maybe, roll to my residence
Stay around Fendi (okay), he love my
And he'd say, "turn it left and steer it right,
Straighten up girl, you're doing just fine"
Just a little valley by the river where we'd ride
But I was high
Calling me Tungsten
I'm pulling up, but he not pulling up
Now he look like a
Tangent avoiding the function
I do not fist fight, flyer than big kites
You
forever, just stay by my side
And I get, I gotta big heart
But I can't see my brother crash out
He got him a lil daughter now so he gotta grind
He been up in
, gimme that money, lil' nigga
You knowin' that I'ma do right with it
Private charter, they snortin' that tartar
I got 'em surrounded by white women
I
Got her sucking me afterwards
Now that boy hating
He better be mad at her
All of my niggas we wit it
All of my niggas we ready
Masked up like Jason
Yuh
Holly what up
Mic
Tiszy on the boards and all that
It's highs and lows you heard
By now you know poppy
Drippy blingy
Lookin all oppy
You can find
been broke in a min
Father, my bad for the sins, since I began
I just got lost in the wind
And I had to save up for bro, he need a lawyer
He gotta
outta hell
My tracks burn turf when they excel
I try to lateral pass the ball to Proof
He got dropped and the ball came loose
And shot up like
more light cause yours got dim
Then you get sparked by the Lord Rakim
What's the matter G, check your battery
Go get charged up, then come battle
an apology, (no)
We came in that bank way too violently, (yup)”
Malcolm: “cnd I'm not gon' end up in jail ‘cause he can't regret this shit silently!”
Moses:
still offended 'cause I'm a retard
He tryna be hard, we tryna be safe
By making it hard for you to create
Niggas that heard of me fight and debate
I
busy waiting for her booster
Who just got back from Carolina
She said she didn't like the weather
They're busy waiting for her sailor
Who says he's
a natural fact
I can't wait 'til He comes back
I do my best to do right, got to get to the way up high
Oh, my Lord I can't wait to meet You
Love
the comedown
I met Ringo down by the Grand Canal
He told me how he'd been clean now
He'd seen the lights, he'd reached new heights
I knew right then we'd be up
for the re-up
Get something for the fam like he do when he see us
Twelve watch while I got brain in a 2 seater
Don't pay for the meter
A-town Bia Bia
It's fuckin' TR3YWAY!
It's King of New York, lookin' for the Queen
Uh, you got the right one, mm
L-let these-l-let these b-b-bitches know, nigga
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