Lyrics:
you wonderin' what I'm doin
when I ain't wit' you I got money
to make I got places to go so you
ain't gotta worry if I'm out chasin hoes
[Verse One:
it ta' poppin' ma, its a little before 1
And I'm yellin' out hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, yo
I can tell by the ring in the middle of your tongue
You're
the one who's talking
Ey
I ain't tryna preach no shit about how you supposed to live
But if you don't move the way i do, we ain't supposed to mix
I'm sorry
a Black Beama'
but my dream is to own a fly casino
like Bugsy Segal, and do it all illegal
and get scooped up, by the little homie in a Regal
Uhh it
what ya doin to me
this kinda love really shouldn’t be free
cuz for you, i’ll give you everything
i’ll turn you on to a hundred degrees
ive been
And give Him my cares
So what I'm worried bout
We discern it, if it ain't in ya
Certified by the blood, He delivers
I'm out of my mind
When it comes
clear
Shit, music business movin' too fast for me (God damn)
Wishin' I still had Mac wit' me (Yes lawd)
How do you tell a nigga slow it down when you
lovers on the side old flames
but some how managed to spark regardless of the pouring rains
And each time they mix up the ingredients
They'd recheck
like a long time to come
How could I be so blind, baby
Not to see you were the one
I let ya slip on from me baby
I let ya walk on by,
Shoulda
Gotta eat me a rapper today
I forgot to eat man
Fuck it
Smokin' out my brain cells
Got the trap doin' numbers
Got everybody wonderin'
How
like I ball harder than Jordan, these niggas be sounding like Pippen
What you fuckin' doin'? We just fuckin' livin'
Laid up like a Maybach chauffeur, I
By any means, we gon' stunt and roll trees
Smoke blunts and exhale it in the breeze
No tough talk, we just pump the desert ease
You must walk how we
comin at'cha
And what the fuck you gonna do when I catch ya
Ya little bastard ya get the last hit
When I blast it you're gonna end up in a fuckin casket
I
that ball
I'm little Ryan from 16, 6-5-0 Bayers
Remember me? I used to buy all the mystery mix Now And Laters
I used to wait for God to come down
plates (I miss you)
Well your mama told me tell you she's doin well
Due to the circumstances, it could've been Bellevue
But I ain't got to tell you, you
were doin
Always goin through it
Ya'll actin like you knew it
Gimme a lil space so I can go take me a smooth hit
So how much more can we take life like
Spend a little no we spend a lot
I thought I told I told ya baby
When it come to dripping I'm coldest baby
I'm the type of make ya hoe go crazy
These
know how to act
When she throwin it back, throwin it back
Throwin it, throwin it, throwin it back yeah
Way ya movin; keep on movin, got me in
know how to act
When she throwin it back, throwin it back
Throwin it, throwin it, throwin it back yeah
Way ya movin' keep on movin', got me in
block
Ya had to hustle, 'cause that's how we was raised on my block
And ya stayed on ya hop until ya made you a knot
On my block, to hangout was
This Sesco I cannot lose
Mix my green with a little bit of booze
My women need a bigger bit of boobs
So when I get tired got pillows snooze
If y'all love
a waster, big blunts, ima face Her, lace-up baby get ya cake up
All love, doin' what I want, that's true space, uh
Grindin till I get to hang with my idols
took a bottle to the neck like what the fuck is you doin?
I had to mix in a water bring me down from the moon
I can see lil shawty face, from 2 miles
girl
Do you wanna come get high
Take care of ya body right
When you laying down at night I’m by your side
Look Do you (Do you)
Wanna (Wanna)
Be (be)
My
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