Lyrics:
from my drip , Fuck ya , and I ain’t mad , I’m
Laughing to the bank , you just make sure you don’t cry to the grave
years old brought it to the school
Cause I was quick to flip, quick to sell that shit
You ain't from the hood, y'all don't know bout this
[Hook 1
I give drugs to the thugs price-free
Handed down the game by that nigga Ice-T
No doubt players like me
Recognize the great King Tee, about twenty
in a constellation
And you ain't droppin' shit, it's just some constipation.
All that bullshit 'cha sayin' is irrelevant...
Cool story, though, I
Hello?
Hel- keysha I told you girl
I can't, I just cant deal with tha lies
He aint loyal you need to leave him
Im waiting, Im waiting until he get
Remix
I'm sorry I ain't
I ain't get right back at'cha niggas
I've been a little busy with this Dynasty shit
But uh got my mind right, money been
I ain't even trying to find find him
Walk in the room you could get lit up then
Pull up the glock reload quick
Isn't mad from the clip in your stick
Dickson
She wish she had me
Under lock and key
Need my money promptly
So she bring it to me
Gotta get your own bitch, this dick ain't free
I'm only covering
kissing
You wanna meet'cha maker, I'm a take ya
Or else let the man command
'Cause I'll be ready to get you open, ain't no joking, I jam
So if you wanna
Since you typed in yo digits
I was raised by all women so it's coo
You setting yo limits
But, I ain't mad at cha pop a couple pills
And light a bacc
Feniko
Yeah
Cha$e D'Amico
My life is full of true beauty ain't no doubt about that
Chillin' everyday with my gold chain and my hat
Playing
body in a bag
We ain't usually this mad usually we zag
Let the bumper kit drag and we blowing on grass
Trunk on blast sipping on my last
Rolling down
Remix
I'm sorry I ain't
I ain't get right back at'cha niggas
I've been a little busy with this Dynasty shit
But uh got my mind right, money been
know (better)cause I know ()better)
Now she hate being wrong
So know problems get solved
She go zero to a hundred so she don’t get involved
Ain’t no
to move
I don't really have to try
Take notes, impulse from a bad guy
Insults ain't shit when yuh mad fly
Flight risk, combat sittin' stand by
Clenched
mad at you winning no not i
Ooouuuu
Cause we get to sliding this bitch like its cha cha i been winning this shit by a land slide
We drop this bitch in
Know I got the game
When I pass by I know exactly what you say
He's so fly, yes he's so cool
Hey shorty, hey shorty what it do
He mad cuz I'm looking but
a fuckin fox
You understand my game
With me and you its all the same
I call you by your nickname
You never sweat me when i'm out with my crew
should’ve listened to huncho
Ion run it what he said no I ain’t talkin bout lonzo
My phone on dnd
She want a bnb
I turn on dvd
She a freak up in them
shape
Trunk beatin' like it masturbate
I got a couple niggas mad
Tell them I ain't finna pass the plate
I finna know that they ass is fake
So tell them
Smoky Ride when you come on down
You see S-T when you come on down
You see B.C.C.
I float, I fly, I walk with the devil
By my side, always
I try to get away, everybody wanna hit of Dre
Stay focused, bang I done hit a day
Nigga fuck what cha' heard, shit is all lies
Niggas mad Dre
can imagine
I got mad love for ya but it ain't that kind of passion
It's the kind where .357 be blastin'
Niggas be duckin' and passin'
Behind
chosen
Picasso the picture was painted
So clear I could see it
So fuck who ain't with me
That's mean you against me
I promise I don't want you near
2020
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