Lyrics:
but she don't where a coat
Middle name Cha'Nile, uhh
She fire, know that I like her
No dry text replying
She fly, I ain't talking 'bout pilot
We be
And I'll be dipped out in the club lookin fancy
And we ain't chillin too tough if you ain't family
You mad at me man please I'm chillin low-key
That's why
with such stamina
Slugs missed ya, I ain't mad at 'cha
Blood rushin', concussions ain't nothin'
Catch cases, come out fronting, smoking something
off in a Charger, pull off in a Wraith
These niggas mad I can tell by they face
All a nigga ever needed was faith
Shorty told me all she needed was me
With Princess Diana
By the paparazzi in a car crash
Donny Dazzler
Mad at the puzzles
These people throwing at cha
Mad rapper
Know Mad Hatter
Helped me
the true game
And niggas gettin' upset cause they can't maintain (player haters)
Don't get mad cause I was blessed with a gift
To give you people what you
average mad
He ain't have it
He risked his life and he died from it
I remember them days I was starving
Couldn't eat now I'm having it
Want a bitch that's
by
In a black Benz
They hate to see that its my time
Now they tryna say how I'm actin
Never been a fake
Never been a snake
Just a winner, ain't no
a half thug, beatin' ya dick in the bathtub
I get mad love, do a crime won't get bagged up
Roll in the set, put a hole in ya chest, open ya chest,
a hole in the hourglass
Startin' guns, been five
And I ain't tryin to come in last
Ain't no need for me to be upset
And ain't no need for you to be mad
uhh, ahhh
Uh, one two y'all, you know I rocked 'cha
Step in the realms of Junior MAFIA
One two y'all, you know I rocked 'cha
Step in the realms
what u talking Bout
Honestly I ain't heard nothing coming out Cha mouth
Rats stop speaking all I'm hearing is a Squeaky mouse
I'm sick and tired
[Too $hort]
Album number 12
Short Dogg still in the house
I ain't going back into retirement
Life is
Anything is possible try hard
It ain't
peace and niggas still ain't get a piece
I know I'm probably hell bound, but we got to eat
I'm seeing Satin infiltratin, my military mind
Make me
peace and niggas still ain't get a piece
I know I'm probably hell bound, but we got to eat
I'm seeing Satin infiltratin, my military mind
Make me
I'm 'bout ready to bounce
Trouble on the corner of Blunt Ave and forty ounce
Mad uncivilized lifestyles
Thirty years bids for kids, now that's wild
And we be arm and armor, 'Mani dress
See I ain't need a leprechaun, or four leaf clover
I just woke up one morn', and he copped the Rover
See I knew
(Huh) like we using aim assist
I'm sorry that I played a bitch (Huh) but you ain't never changing this
I give her d on DVD that shorty so broke an she pay
I ain't mad cha, I take business personal
I might blast at cha
Hit at me, I get right back at cha
Straight snatch ya up from under ya desk and just
You ain't been hungry, since "Supreme Clientele"
Remember what you first told me when I took ya in
You wanted to be a fighter (Yeah!)
You wanted
ain't gon let'cha get away, I think I had a bad day
Smucky bear with it, even though ????? in Adamsville
I don't give a fuck, nigga what if you book
I
tried to do me like they did Kennedy (damn)
I ain't mad at cha, I pray for my enemies (I ain't mad at cha)
I learned how to weigh up dope, takin'
Feet up mind right smoking me a O
I can see me on them Billboards fucking up the Sco
Score
Do yo thang i aint mad at cha
My head up so im knowing when
back, BAM! Bash in her teeth, AWW
Guarantee you this, that bitch gone see stars!
Respect my gangsta
I see you looking mad and I ain't 'cha
I know +50
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