Lyrics:
this ain't Taylor port
I'm chasing ' cash thats favorite sport if u ain't getting no bag, it's by choice
Why how this bitch jump aboard
On the block,
what I'm sayin'?
True, true man, yo, man, who's your boy over there, man?
Oh that's my man from out of town
Oh word man? Yo what's up, man? My name is
what I'm sayin'?
True, true man, yo, man, who's your boy over there, man?
Oh that's my man from out of town
Oh word man? Yo what's up, man? My name is
disrespect me black his eye, that's no lie
I'm on my square, blowin' circles in the air, of that purple
Ima boss and you a worker, listen here boy don't make
style rap
I'm jackin
Got Big Boy mad
Chorus:1x
Don't be no fag boy (Put down that soldier rag)
Don't be no fag boy (Put down that soldier rag)
hurt murked put 'em in the dirt
Boy you better catch me first
So you finally get hurt murked put 'em in the dirt
Boy you better catch me first
So you
Hit-Boy on a hit boy
You turned up and I'mma bring the action
When you hear this in the club
You're gonna turn-turn it up (turn up bitch)
You're gonna
her bedside
She telling me I got the best eyes She looking at me in the best light
Boy put the gloves down, I don't wanna fight Cause I keep my glock by
a place like this
I feel like I'm gonna drown
I can't get no peace
When I've gathered up all my woes
I put it down
(Put it down, put it down)
(Put
What's your sign
Baby, you can tell me. I won't judge you
I'm gonna be here for you
Don't worry about what the motherfuckers say at school
Because
make a move
As long as I'm moaning
You can stay until the morning
Just a couple rounds
I'm gonna put you down
I'm gonna put you down
And wrap my legs
the
Weights I'm gonna buy
A stab-proof vest and put in the plates
I got so many stars and stripes I might
Buy a new house in the states
Every compliment my head
in the air
If it's on, put your hands in the air
We got you in the zone, put your hands in the air
See I'm keepin' all the party people in
'Cuz I'm on my way to put a piece of my love in your heart
In other words, I'm looking for a real love
Ooh boy, I love you so, never ever ever gonna let
tryin to see Playin with me, look you better know what you doin partna Put a bomb in a lil city, tell yo mom, you bitch 'cause I'm playin for keeps, slip
Phillip Mo, that is what you're aiming for
Strapping up, gonna rob a vacant store
I'm strapping on, gonna watch some Jason Bourne
I'm strapping off,
thing
YouknowhatI'msayin? I'm gonna just slide in the studio quick
Yo, yo
And get this done
Verse One: Killah Priest
When you're sexually
a challenge get as loud as me when I be going off it
I'm the floor you're gonna mop it
I'm the doors
Don't even bother
I go harder than you ever will
as possible, you know what I'm saying
I'm gonna see if I can put the same heart and soul that I had the first time
Fucking Notey
Fucking up and shit
I was like,
born in mint condition, I'm everybody's life's mission
Alright, listen, put me 'round your neck and I might glisten
The ultimate connect, I'll get you
I'm not even gonna practice
My speed napping
Every motherfucking theory
That I'm gonna put on the page
You think I'm gonna waste Every motherfucking
like a deuce, another runner in the night
Blinded by the light
She got down but she never got tight
But she'll make it alright
Some brimstone
like a deuce, another runner in the night
Blinded by the light
She got down but she never got tight
But she'll make it alright
Some brimstone
black his eye, that's no lie
I'm on my square, blowin' circles in the air, of that purple
I'ma boss and you a worker, listen here boy don't make me hurt
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