Lyrics:
glue, she was so beautiful
I guess her mouth was running to apologize or something
Mesmerized by her aura, I swear I heard nothing
Next thing she grab me
the back window
Hehe... now what's up, ho?
Let off a couple of shots but he had posse
The nigga came out the door and like just shot me
It didn't hit me
away
From God now
He really gave me sight
He too real
Gave me the deal
Gave me a fill devil want me killed
I'm too trill
My bill has been paid
So give me
pimpin' it's p and snoop
With Dre on the beat this ain't nuttin' but loot
They call me jackhammer for all the bread I got
But they call me Bill Clinton
pimpin' it's p and snoop
With Dre on the beat this ain't nuttin' but loot
They call me jackhammer for all the bread I got
But they call me Bill Clinton
hear voices in my head for what reason
But when the talking stops (pow) it's drive by season
So back the fuck off and give me respect
Now they're
don't tempt me
Ain't wit me you against me-no
Love lost my heart empty
Niggaz actin' like female dogs get
Em some tampons
He on his period I'm
about
I keep on lining them up and she roll up a bill and she knocking them down
I never quit myself and there's nothing and nobody stopping me now
Like
Shootouts on the block, they try to op me
Session 8, the bill's still late, nigga, this the projects
Drug houses, I slept in this bitch like we ain't on yet
Stans in me
Hate to see me in person don't know why they can't stand on me
But I stand on T
Always standing strong on two feet
My partner he facing
then you turn your cheek to me
slap a dollar bill in my face, buy some time to make your break
you care less about the world we in as you buy your
My bi*ch nails match her shoes but she different
Put her in dior and still won’t kiss it
He thinking bout taking my sh*t he silly
It’s a whole
go by
I'm stuck in this cycle for 3 65
Death on the mind like Winter 15
With dreams of a king
But he ain't have a life
He still wanted stages
down trifest
Got my mind, by giving me somethin’ priceless
And in time I realized her
Thighs was all I need, more than weed
Then she hit me off wit’ lies
Maybe far away, or maybe real near by
He may be pouring her coffee
She may be straightening his tie
Maybe in a house all hidden by a hill
She's
My nigga Game
I remember when I first met the nigga!
Nigga hella-flamed up, flagging and all that
Nigga told me he come through Cedar Block
Out there
I try to tell em he got one life
Problems keep stackin up he might just take his own life
But he know not give up he let his soul fight
Once he get
Watch me hit my number again I'm out that slum I come to win
He with me then he fam dawg cross him and I'm jumping in
Homeboy I got [?] skin, that mean
let me cook you a meal
Don't worry about your bills, just let this Hennessy spill
Find a spot on the sofa, let's get a little closer
Cheers!
Here's
cause he leaving on a stretcher
Talking all that gas you'll be breathing a compressor
Won't let no shit come between me gettin paper no
Too many people I
Come try your luck. Fuck with a fly guy
Me, K-Dee. Dubs up when I drive by
Slow down lil mama. This ain't about you
Do it for the North, East
the penitentiary
Big Homie Kannon said when you make it
Don't forget to mention me
Now that he a father gotta move smarter
Can't get caught out here in these streets
your motive hidden
We could ride and he won't know what hit him
God forbid I ride and go and get him
Yo I stayed the same
They show respect the decisions
Christ
Took me up to higher heights
Showed me kingdoms. Showed me lights
Just bow down and sacrifice
Obey your thirst just like Sprite
Not too late to take
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