Lyrics:
down for the boy D-mo
(Big Moe)
Its that nigga, nigga named M-o-e
I represent that Southside, yeah the 3
Hooked up with them boys off that Long Drive
You
fly guy, I'm in love with you
The Casanova legend must have been true"
I said, "By the way, baby, what's your name?"
Said, "I go by the name, Lois
up from the bottom
Hey
Diary of a Hustla
Remember nights with no supper
No
Made it out from the struggle
Catching flights for the summer
Cause I
We thuggin
357 My brother i love ya
Scream 8 11 for my nigga bubble
Yo Homie turn cold you can’t think nothing of it
Acting like you gone be ready
a problem, we'll just have you sign in here
Do you know who your appointment's with?
I don't remember the name, but I remember it was a lady
Oh, I see you
made me made me mad
By doing that it's like your trying to brag
What I didn't have
You made me see
How I'm so bloody lonely
My desperation for love
made it!
You fly out your lady, I fly out my ladies
Bitches can't front on the kid anymore, man they know what my name is
And if by chance she don't
sure you not missin' no payments
Now turn this shit down while I issue my statement
It needed a moment of silence, nigga we made it!
You fly out your
yourself a drink, tell her put it on my tab I got it made in the shade, I get paid to party all day Get in play till my legs are wobbly Now I know that you
and praising me and cheering me on
I came straight into your house
Oh how I so badly wanted to share every bit of that meat with you
And use its teeth to weave
Still, in a room filled with holographic images
Crushin' information into powder, then I'm sniffin' it
Directly to my head, never sleep or use my bed
kicked in, I'm in the park fuckin' with sand
I made myself a plan, don't do no fuckin' plan
Work like the Navy, it move on my every command
I got some
the dark side
We made men, made from the realest niggas thoughts
With the game from our veins straight to the heart
nigga, feel it, know what I'm sayin'
We
they prefer ginnals
You'll never sight me working in Lidl
You punks are sweet like
You're working with skittles
I'm back like I'm working with Bizzle
But
, I've made it yeah
I have made it
I've made it, I've made it yeah
I've made it, I've made it yeah
I've made it, I've made it yeah
Never you think that
visits that you made the Terre Haute (huh)
It's our anniversary, like Tony! Toni! Toné! (Tony! Toni! Toné!)
No Instagram relationships, that other shit
Fresh out the belly of the beast with my niggas
We live by the gun and we die by the trigga
You never seen me digress even when I had different problems
buildin's
I'm on my Viola Davis, it's what you call a defense
For all the drama they gave us
I'm spittin' Shonda Rhimes with
Too high for you like ganja
I'm amazing as grace here, level with space
Wessy a vandal, a wood to Da face
So put your 2 arms around me while I give you the bass
Rarely we made
Thinkin' back, reminiscin' on my teens
A young G, gettin' paid over dope fiends
Fuckin' off cash that I made
Nigga, what's the sense of workin' hard
If you
and some still don't get it
And yeah, I might have said it way back
And got sweated by the same ones admittin' it now
But no credit came to me
If you can
I do it till It's finished
Sometimes you gotta talk to yourself
Sometimes you gotta walk by yourself
Sometimes you get a flat gotta get the spare
give a fuck where you from
It's how you come
If you want the hook up, this how it's goin' down
Prime Suspect, Fiend, and Mac
Y'all gonna feel this
I'm a get it till I'm on, is you alright?
No no, I want more
I woke up out my king size feeling like that nigga
I turn into a P when I'm sliding with
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