Lyrics:
Coast flow is different than the East
But it ain't no different in the street
I'm spittin' pollaseeds (I'm spittin' pollaseeds)
I crack 'em one by
(HUFF47)
I never changed, man, fuck the fame, bitch, I don't want it now
Won't stress no bitch, they come a dime by a dozen, ah
I got my pride,
suckers
I'll sick rottweiler's on you fuckers, cops followin to cuff us
Top dollars to discuss this, whole lotta zeros
When it comes to paper I blow
suckers
I'll sick rottweiler's on you fuckers, cops followin to cuff us
Top dollars to discuss this, whole lotta zeros
When it comes to paper I blow
to purify
To purify
I'll sing to you
I'll carry you
Follow Me
Down to the sea
In the mornin
I'll come runnin
To sit by your side
I'll come calling
Like
on me nigga know I keep a heater
Gud Mud Homie mix it by the liter
Double cup a put u in the sleeper
Street runnin niggaz movin fast as a cheetah
ain't
who do you trust? (God)
Ante up and I'll bust, my gun; thuggin and bumrush, the punks
Runnin amuck dusk, 'til dawn; money for blood, stop, 'til they
the first one lovin' that shit
I'll fuck that shit, I'll fuck that bitch
I'll fuck that bitch, fuck that bitch
I was the first one fuckin' that bitch
the hot
Trizack that sound like heaven
Seven six five four three two one
My mon' Meth-Tical come and get some
Playin' my position, hot Nixon
This
should've finished
So keep the truck runnin'
I'll be back here in a minute
I'm a boss and this is a stick up
Get on the floor before I rock up on that
' on time, I'm runnin' these switches
Bunch of hoes cummin' all over my
Bunch of bitches cummin' all over my dick
They come in my kitchen
They washin' my
Somethings got me by the throat
What it is I don't know
Might be this Henny and Coke
Might be this smoke
Prolly these sins I just can't let em go
Runnin' up, comin' at me like he tryna front somethin'
Dodge him, body bag him, wrap 'em up like its nothin'
Keepin' the heat, like I forgot to close
comes
Find the road, stick out your thumb
Hold it there, if no one comes, just run
Got no one runnin' after me
Pray these two feet carry me
Would that
touched by the pair
Runnin they mouth with only one to the ground
I blow my shit cause I can back it up
Fuck poppin the trunk
Let's throw some hands up
Now
Yeah (clock keep ticking and the clock keep ticking)
Yeah I'll be there
They say time the most valuable thing (uh huh)
If that's true then I'm broke
and kick it wit' me for a minute
Y'know what I'm sayin', come and ride wit' ya boy man, Hey!
Y'all ready know what it is, hey,
We gone swing by some
alone, alone
Need you here
Come on, come on, come on
Call me up
Anytime you want, baby
I'll be on my way
Call me up
I'll be right by your side
All night
The world finna know Mike Jones mann
Mike Jones! (Mike Jones)
Swishahouse! (Swishahouse)
Come here Watts (Come here Watts)
[Chorus: x2]
Purple
that we're not on our own
You just call, call out my name
And you know where ever I am
I'll come running (I'll come runnin, runnin, runnin)
Too see you
cash)[00:39.41]Stacking it up give me heavenly feelings (uh)[00:41.23]Stop blowing me up I'll be there in a minute(yuh)[00:43.08]Booty bounce back to back I'm staying up in
Been runnin' up numbers since I was 7 years old
Took a couple L's
But I'm always gonna come back harder
They don't see my vision
I'm runnin
of the gate
Disciplinary on all my estate
Why so offended by food on my plate
When He comes back they be running away
All this arrogance has no relevance with
Silenced the stick so it go fa fa fa fa
Run in your crib we shoot at your Brotha tha Tha tha
Runnin' this shit don't do drama ma ma ma
Silenced
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