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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
an awkward way
I used to talk about rape like it was funny
And then they raped the woman that was close to me
Now I listen to those tracks and I can't
I'm Connected and ain't no bitches singin on this record
No R& B tracks, just niggas on wax
Kickin facts with these gang-bang raps
Every nigga in
Ha, even I don't understand
You know people always tryin' to bite you
And made stuff like you
You da man right now
I ain't mad at cha
Play
tryin' to bite you
And made stuff like you
You da man right now
I ain't mad at cha
Play on playa
shit play on, you can't make it out
The world ain't set for what I'm about to do
Ninety-six tracks mixed down to two
I stepped out the booth, called
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
by Myself is additional
Ya girl got my song on repeat Say my Sound is essential
I'm rude and I'm Arrogant like Granny
Ain't raise ya boy up With No
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
the stacks
Now they callin' me mr Krabs
But y'all niggas ass
And some of y'all raps
Sound they done like they been rapped by a nigga before
Get on the track
I
game and it works
I'm cursed like we rehearsed the worst play in reverse
Her thirst real like her purse, she ain't shopping on Canal
The style original
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]
But if you feel
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]
But if you feel
By beautiful bisexual plastic tubes
I ain't harassing you
Just because her ass-ends lose
Now she's 'bout to give me ChapSticks mark
While I play with
Raising the bar wasn't easy
Thoughts like a racing car when they're speeding
Going off in the game cuz I'm in my own lane
With a cart by my side
a fifty two box, original tick in the mind
Listenin to 'Pac and them drop with a prestigious design
My niggaz is dimes, my bitches is dimes
I came up
you step into my house
Would you please come with respect?
If not then I'll have to have my man DOA
Drop it, yeah
Come on y'all
What'cha wanna do? Huh
on the passenger side
So ain't no scrub in me, me, me
Police - can't see me ballin
Sippin on hennesey-sey-sey
[verse one]
First of all, you can shut it down baby
and cakes
Why can't I escape
These lies, straw, mirrors and plates?
In the land of jacks I got my axe over the tracks with stacks
Upon the map in
like mad gorillas
Niggaz need to calm they nerves when I'm concerned
'Cause if you didn't know by now, you all gone learn
I ain't know you really want
stamps for a dollar (Cha-ching)
Yeah, I got faggots in spots like look outs, shooters, drivers and spotters (Yes, I do)
You mad that I made the block hot
ain't strong
cnd your walking down the freeway
Like where the fuck do I belong
Not on this song
Maybe on tracks with Billie or Lovato
Some where in
(we did)
Ready to go off any minute so you feel it (bah, bah)
Because of the law, I had to conceal it (I go by Weezy Baby)
And if you mess around,
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]
But
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