Lyrics:
on tomorrow
So ask Satan if he got a car that I can borrow
I'm impatient like a money hungry rap star
I jack him for his chain and I can get a new jaguar
on tomorrow
So ask Satan if he got a car that I can borrow
I'm impatient like a money hungry rap star
I jack him for his chain and I can get a new jaguar
sippin mai tais
It don't come as surprise
Yo girl wit me so wave by
She only fuck wit you for pity you know I'm more her type
I'm the Realest Zo there
jewelry on me but still got my weapon on me
So try me I bury niggas and make sure you never lonely
Cause I'm sending all your niggas
Rest In Peace all you
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
nigga Wiz
Operation Firm Biz, so what the deal is?
I keep a phat jew-el, sippin' Cristy
Sittin' on top of fifty grand in the Nautica van, uh
We stay
got nuff hoes
I'm on the chorus got me feeling like I'm Huncho
Lil shawdy wanna show me what that mouth do
Bring your friends so I could see what
to your room, that's a order
You smell so bad, bad odor
I asked for your mom, you don't know her
This nigga ugly as hell, look like Rover
Got so much damn
real ill niggas
I'm internationally known
When I be on the mic
Hardcore, real ill niggas
So all hail the honorable
It's to my real ill niggas
This shit started so
Whats up this is Cole aka Vex uhh Im 18 years old from Coatesville PA
Thats five dollars this my lucky day thats that bread this
a P
Plug Talk
Let ‘em know what's really up about a P
I'm shinnin' I'm icy
Put diamonds on my teeth
Her nigga, he like me
But my time is pricey
Never
into space, I'm tryna find my soul
Tryna find myself, politely, I decline yo' help
It's nothing you can do to bring my niggas back (to bring my niggas
Thirty-seven-twenty-five-twenty-six
Now she thirty-seven with twenty-five kids
You know what I'm saying?
Now she on the come up
Trying to get a baller nigga
Bitch heard my song
lil' thot' get ugly for these bills
I ain't cuffing no lil bop stop rushing into shit
I know what it is
I flow with the wind
I ain't fucking with no
nigga living the dream
Although I'm not who I'm destined to be
They keep saying, "Grow up"
Lord, my all, what you think of it?
Been on this long road
motherfucker, jokers say I'm ugly
Where your real hair? Hoe you know you cryin'
Uncle be blowin' up a nigga phone now
Uh uh nigga, come on keep it where you
you're wild
Tone down your style
The radio jocks are all pop
So how the fuck this nigga know what shit to rock?
The shit that make your face turn
Tool
I'm real nigga, you so full
World tours, and you local
All you say this shit on the menu
Give me large fries and I’ll be cool
Put your hands down by
rocked it well
But instead he rocked that
Hair full of braids
Braided by his girl Leecy
Went to Simeon, nigga had game kinda cold
Never killed a soul
So we
on the other end
Danglin' by a noose on his neck
They can't handle me, 'cause I'm where the scandal be
An underground nigga on Arista, now there is the family
up, lil' bitch, I'm gonna get irritated
Niggas try and break the code, so he's discriminated
Now you dumb lost and broke, you wasn't really patient
It
I'm sexy but I'm pussy,
The homies in the hood call me lil' bo peep,
And you da type a nigga I been dyin' ta meet,
So snoopy, what'chu tryin' to do?
heard of you nigga, ugly nigga
I'm the wrong one to provoke
You rattin on niggas is only gon' leave you smoke
So the only thing left now is tools for
heard of you nigga, ugly nigga
I'm the wrong one to provoke
You rattin on niggas is only gon' leave you smoke
So the only thing left now is tools for
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