Lyrics:
gonna dread it like shotta
Str8 to the top I’m on blast like a rocket
Stuck in my jam no way you can stop it
No love out here you can’t even find a trace
you +smile+ with scarface
Uhh, +it ain't my fault+, that my style silkk enough to shock ya
Hit you with the fifth, block-a block-a
If i get caught
by red and the blue like a clipper
I hold up the gang and I look like a sixer, I keep me a K, but this ain't no kicker
I focus the field, I'm not
to back
We ain't gunna lose it naw
We ain't gunna lose it naw
We ain't gunna lose we back twenty eight
Why you calling my name
Because you know how I came
Yo, I'll never do the baseball with you
'Cause your hoochie-coo was so smooth
Was it such a sin to let, let me in?
Hooked by your ever-so-shyness
from the oven with it, came from the dirt
I emerged from it all without a stain on my shirt
You can blame my old earth, for the shit she instilled in
from the oven with it, came from the dirt
I emerged from it all without a stain on my shirt
You can blame my old earth, for the shit she instilled in
back in
If so then searching I'll go, then I can have you fo' sho
Then you'll be loving me
Touching me (uh)
Holding me (uh)
Squeezing me (uh)
So
"At 8 you're a sucker, at 7 a motherfucker" (Repeat 4x)
10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4
3, 2, 1 reasons you'll never be this raw
My crew is representing for
and a chain
But it don't make sense if you don't have no pennies to save (Get it?)
You don't have to be sorry
No reservations, crashin' your party
Circle back
bitch came with a stutter
I got drank this high tech in my cup mixed with gushers
This a new I8 this bitch float and it hover
I'm shiesty I'm fucking
the crowd
You want to party then act like you know,can you dig it
And if you came too ill forget it,I ain't wit it
You know what time it is (x5)
Horns
in the back with the play sta'
A little boy (boy) came and gave me an invitation
Said there's a party and ya gotta wear your suit
And ain't no
needs ya
The ambulance is taking too long
Everybody get the fuck back, excuse me bitch, gimme your jack
One, seven one eight, nine one one, low
sack, sport the nightcap, you spoke it right back
Balls black and blue, nuts stingin like a spiked bat
You ain't right rat! DAMN! DAMN!
You
now beating up mom
Mom is scared, she doesn't know what to do
Her beautiful skin is now black and blue
She used to cry, now she's back in the pen
why we came
To let you know that we're
All in the same gang
The J double, F, the a, the d, that is
And if you want the solution to the quiz
What's
for it later, won't you?
Don't you give my love away
Won't you do it so comfortably
Came back like Simon says
Say she just like to fuck with me
With
Cause now, they know I can
Everything I'm on is a hit
Nigga know the jam
Track long, flexed up, yeah you know I am
Juice gang, ah yeah that's the fucking
love and they titties
Where the bodies are heaven sent where the police might smoke up the evidence
Or sell it back to you to make a cheque
I wonder if
and the fakeness
The red pill, blue pill, real and the Matrix
And I can't take this
If the game needs a new look, I'm between a tummy tuck and a face lift
a parfait
Used to serve in a hallway
Nigga sold me a bag, it was all shake
Called him back, like, "I want eight" (hello?)
Thought I came to shop, but it
regardless
And I know you ain't showing up don't want it
Im putting pieces to the puzzle move in silence
Icame from the struggle I came from violence
And I'm
on the stick
Eight racks total on a Balmain fit
Say a nigga want smoke, let me call my nigga
Money comin' by the load, U-Haul got bigger
Plenty my friends,
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