Lyrics:
by stitch, ain't this a bitch
Sweeter than lemonade, stronger than a hand-grenade
Rhymes are laid, go deeper than a mermaid
Louder than a siren, I'm
say
I always love for the street every single day
You better get down on your knees, you better pray
Cause goin' against the grain of this Squad
I
Throw dollars
Bitch tip the titties
Cus the girls ain't workin' for free
Now everybody scream
I'm goin' down to pa paradise city
Motherfuckers who's
On some real shit, like, I know I'm hard
I don't really, give a fuck who say I'm not
(Sound like Full House or some)
I know what's goin' on
(Or some
insomnia, interview tomorrow
Damn near got a baby momma over fifty dollars
25 I'm done with drama, Mary J. all on my noggin
Maybe I need em older, pray we
It's Benjy, tell my lil nigga "goin get it"
Cause I've been counting all this dirty paper for a minute
Lamborghini dreaming thinking how I'm spend it
the smoke, I guess we bout to chief
My bank hit me once
Like get them Benjis up
I'm like just because you ask me Ima brinks a trunks
For fun
I need Mary by
thinkin bout it
Mood
Mood
See I remember being lonely
In the late night
Had to pace my mind
Amy, Mary J and Toni
On the playback
While I taste my wine
on the sofa
Neckflicks
Now she rubbing
On my shoulders
Caressing
This Mary got her ready for
Some sex so
Hit that bitch then
Then I hit the door
Rolled up a j
ones)
Hope y'all muhfuckas ready
We goin' up, can't hold me down dawg
You ain't strong enough
If my brother down dawg
I'm-a lift him up
Niggas came from
They say
Influenced by crime, addicted to grindin'
Where I can pile up my chips
And niggas call me a timer
I been ballin' since my adolescent
They say
Influenced by crime, addicted to grindin'
Where I can pile up my chips
And niggas call me a timer
I been ballin' since my adolescent
low, LOX and J.Lo
Act like they don't, but they know
Don't be fooled by the rocks that I got
I'm still, I'm still Jenny from the block
Used to have
Already bitch
Trunk full of yay bitch, PA to H Town nigga
Get on yo' money motherfucker
It's really goin down in the South
Sweet Jones biatch!
(Uh)
gas, no food, I'm getting near
To breaking down, act a clown, smiles to a frown
Rose Royce, Mary J, I'm feeling like I'm going down
I got to calling
Appearin in your nightmares, fuckin your sleep up
Oh, oh, oh, B.T.J.'s call me Balboa, swan call me Rock-ola
Hold the fort down, reach out and punch
November, beatin' on my meat
Typin' out the rhymes by the sheet
Money on my mama, we gon' succeed
Scary Mary, that bitch won't stop starin'
Grab that gram by
is one of them dope tracks
That'll make people say I'm on drugs now
They'll prolly say that I'm goin' crazy
Or I got possessed by the Willis House
the dozen
As i listen to anita
Expensive typa habit
She love playin with my visa
(yeah im..)
Playin mary j.
On my life i meditate
Fear the day i hesitate
want that beef
Brodie on the block like
Yao Ming
Smoking Mary J
My gun sing
In love with the streets
Serving them fens
Keep it 100
Keep it a beam
Keep me
bitch just won't unthaw
I done ran it up, I ain't goin' broke, that shit ain't in my thoughts
I'm a real playa, if you play it wrong, you can't keep
care who niggas down with
I'm violatin' 'em if they was out here doin' clown shit, c'mon man (woo)
I know what happen, y'all know what happen, y'all
rhymers
Write my shit down 'fore I forget like I got Alzheimer's
But now I'm gonna say somethin' that's not in the same vain
As those who try to maintain
But I, keep cruisin', cruisin', 'sin
Windows rolled down but the night's goin' up
If you got the fire you can ride with us
Feelin' real good, I
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