Lyrics:
what but you ain't put no work (pah, pah)
All that talk but you ain't wanna rumble (grrt)
Knuckle up, or get put on a shirt (bah, bah, bah)
Send
Shawty what you drank?
Nobody loves me so I guess I stay to myself
A nigga thinkin' bout change contemplating my death
Fell my pain as it reigns all
Moon dancing deep down to my core
Kinda impatient I cant wait no
When the credits roll on my life
I don’t wanna feel like I lost da shine
I don’t
that's all you'll say, mate
We have no remorse when you're the source
Of us picking a bush and inhaling a big ass gorge
George may not rhyme with Ronald
it, he passed me da blunts but I don't get weeded
Smoke the put bush, let him eat it
Let's him get high then his face in my thigh, while I'm in his ride
Bush'll pay homage to me
I'm putting in a lot of work man acknowledge a g
Yes, yes, a g I am, holla if you need some grams
I'm poppin' off by myself I
some hits
Them ignorant fuckers Aint making no sense
But I do what I do and I do it best
Steady droppin hits cause I aint giving less
When I mix the lean
think y'all really wanna get wit me
We started gangsta walkin nigga no MC hammer
We really dealy get you hyper then hype
No cut or no arm n hammer
free no hiring
W-poppin out of yo top we Wildin. When we slide we do it stylish
X-fuck all of my X's they play with that voodoo dem hexs.
Y-I don't
I said yes but she kept sayin' no
Yeah the scent was in the air
Was it a rose
I said excuse me ma'am
But you tweekin' my nose
She slapped him in
Of course let's get back to
The subject at hand
The mixtape the public demands
Wanna download it to their porn disc drive
Drive by! Pedestrians in a panic
the Benzo,
You ima da friendzone,
Niggas like to hate,
but they hoes supporting,
But they hoes adoring,
She say that you boring,
Damn that ass so fat it
(What up, B Real?)
Da-da, da-da
I ain't gon' fake it with you, let me give it to you now
Ah, yeah, yeah (ooh, this a Hardbody beat)
Woke up in
shower you with all my attention
I wanna
Kick it with you cause we got a connection
As long as
I got you by my side
But you not my side
Yah yah
Maybe one
founded one of
The oldest still-existing schools
It's deeper than some rhymes I'm
Providing for the listener
No surprise for a spitter
The word cypher came
album
Puff Daddy, enough already
Now its P. Diddy still sound shitty
How can your group be called Da Band
No body plays an insterment man
I dont
work got it from the muscle no gym
Tall skinny nigga balling way above the rim
Screaming all these bitches whores PIP my nigga Tim SHAGOON
Lately I been
parted ways wit’ da past
Chuck a deuce, no truce
Not here to make no amends
I still jeers from all of friends
Like an elephant standing 9 feet 11 I will
bustin' our butts, ya
St-st-stutterin' blunderin' buster
Why you gotta be bustin' our balls?
But ya lust us! Goll!
It's no wonder
You're Burn: you're in
Bush'll pay homage to me
I'm putting in a lot of work man acknowledge a g
Yes, yes, a g I am, holla if you need some grams
I'm poppin' off by myself I
Bush'll pay homage to me
I'm putting in a lot of work man acknowledge a g
Yes, yes, a g I am, holla if you need some grams
I'm poppin' off by myself I
cheques
Brands, paid by all your favourites
Do what I want it's blatant can't call in sick cos I'll make it
What
What
Think ur a g I'm like what
Never
your Twitter fingers on
And get all in your feelings like 45 at a briefing
Know my lyrics got no meaning, which means that I'm just a meanie
obscene for
blues, I'm all about my hunnids
Small dude, niccas can't come try I'll put that heater on em
Aye, wack that boy and get him gone, and that's just how it is
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