Lyrics:
to the mall
Lion or the lamb
It's not me that's gonna fall
I wanna be a winner
I have to be a sinner
Looking for a victim
I gotta eat dinner
He's stepping out
back, I just lost a machine
Hit 'em you toss it, I don't care if you attached or what the cost is
Niggas is talkin' when you get to the money got to move
better than you, I don't care
Violator, I brought Chris Lighty with me
I know he ain't seen a buzz this big since 50
I walk through the club let
skrrt)
Negative turn to a positive (woo, woo, woo)
I don't care nothin' 'bout no obstacles
I could care less 'bout the bloggers, boy (no)
80K stuffed
Yo, 'member back on the bully when cats used to harmonize like
(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)? Yo, yo
(Check out expression) yo
My men and my women
Don't
and Bamino, was in the J-A-G
Boys ain't like it, I don't really care
'Cause down in H-Town, we was born to be playas
Broke my paper down, I'ma still make my
understand you don’t have a reason to listen to me,
“He’s just a boy!”, that’s what they say, but I’m not stupid
So this the song that will be sung by all
'm setting up shop
She talkin bout pain shitt don't get me started
I endured pain from the start
Now I don't got no heart
I'm broken I break bitches down like
text, or let's just sit on the sofa
Let's be grown and work this shit out
Please don't say it's over
Girl, it's not over
Won't start begging, I'ma keep my
This is a story of a boy
This is a story of a boy who became a man
This is a story of a
Man who endured a struggle this is my story
I don't give
results will always come out as unplanned
You break
Why are we all put here, is no one wondering
We don't have time to think, no one is listening
Why,
Yeah you can choke me, spank me, call me baby
I'm up for that hanky panky
I don't care what other people say
I'll do what I want and I'll do it my way
I don’t know what you expect now
I want the best, nothing less now
I don’t know what y’all be pressed bout
I ain’t really tryna be stressed out
If
the flesh
Always been a top boy never been less
Stitches for snitches call a seamstress
Don't talk about cars I spent hundred bags
Don't talk about watches
Hey
Watch how you're talking to me
You should be down on your knees
I'm like the angel of death
I'm a war machine
Think you figured me out
I know
on them people
I tell no fables everything chillin'
Fax machines OfficeMax see me for that paper
You workin' for short bread ain't my money long
to the beat
I love the way your body's moving when it's grindin' on me
We got the drinks by the dozen and nobody's coming
I don't care all I want is your lovin'
seconds left in the game
The Dream team led by one
They knew if they could freeze the ball
The Jacksons would be done
Just then the four young Jackson boys
Who's that little Mexican
Buzzing out Pflugerville
Smoke weed get drunk
But we don't pop pills
My girlfriend kick me out the crib
I told her baby
turn a millionaire
Bloody sneaker I smoke Reefer
I'm on the Pills I swear I do not care (I don't)
I got Money lots of Money
Broke Boys better stand over
all the problems on me
And shawty look nice, so I'm lovin' her (oh)
I don't care what you say, I'm cuffin' her (yeah)
She's hot, nigga can't get
That’s why I don’t grind, me and pratt set up shop, (HP)
Re-up at 8:30 pack gone by 12 o clock.
I can teach you how to jugg, turn up your finesse (Turn Up)
died broke, it's that close
I open up shop like a bakery about dough
Came a long way from the back door
Aye
From the back door
No I don't feel yo vibes,
.223 shells out the Jeep (blrrrd)
No one gon' take care of me the way that I take care of me (take care of me)
Get booked in front security ('curity),
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