Lyrics:
giving you Dap if you not the homie
Most of these niggas be sleeping on me
Now it’s rock a by baby, with macs and 380s
Ain’t want us to eat, but my niggas
so my soul
is a threat to all mankind. Born to kill, I'm wicked by nature, 'cause the streets of my neighborhood breed young hellraisers. A
30.06
the truck, and pulled off in the drop
Off of the top
I bought it soft and I chopped it and turned it to rocks
Thug with me
Chopstick, my stick, keep six
a 'gar and get back to my business
Can you roll up another one?
Can you pour up another one?
I gotta rock by my lonely 'cause niggas play homie until it
of chrome
Yeah I rock three stripes, but I still got a check
Need yellow signs cause the floor been getting wet
Might need to sign
When it's my time
On my
Like c Mystery
Shaggy Vibes It Wasn't Me
Everytime I Cut Em Off They Callin Me cnyway
Everytime I Block Em Out They Follow Me cnyway
cnytime I
Fat boy craving to the fullest degree
pizza rolls by the bag stuffed burrito supremes
ate a roach motel because I thought it was a Reece cup
used
Tha harder they gone fall when tha blick pop
Tumble weed roll by when it's real out
Tre five seven break ribs Doc
Holidays start to turn into tombstones
the chronic by the tree
"I love it when you call me big poppa"
Throw your hands in the air, if you'se a true player
"I love it when you call me big pop-pa"
am more Incredible then the Hulk smashing
Every beat I dive into without even splashing
Still making waves
Don't need a tidal for me to put tracks in
up) clap it break that back
She just made a stack (ooh)
Niggas in that trap still totin' them straps
(that dope) if you make it where I'm from
It's like
and gone
Retaliation is a must when you fuck with us
Tell me what was on your mind when you loaded your pistol up?
Was it some gangsta shit, that
them)
Too real to rock with them(Yuh)
Too blessed to roll with them(Yuh)
Blasting Off in a few
Watch me ascend
Gone in the wind, Know I'm destined to win
[Chorus: x2]
Damn, it can't get no worse than this cause I done hit rock bottom
I'mma get up on a muthafuckin' sack and a big ass bottle to solve
was in
the days when they had some serious, you know, they had some good taste, these guys. I mean, they were
playing rock'n'roll and there was heavy
through
To blaze neighbors
Meet mark and pardon me to heat mark
A dutch spark it
Lex Leonardo arts profit
Apple cranberry mixed with crystal
Fan worry
When I get to a party, To get it started
I grab tha microphone and rock it cold hearted
Go behind tha curtains while my fanz they point
You know
me word
You get paroled on the 3rd
Ill roll up we get served
We out here frontin'
Still don't care about nothin'
Rollin in my double R and I'm trying
You legit? Spit a bar
What? See I won the show
Got the illest flow
Finding loads of bank rolls in my underclothes
It's the original
And everybody know
I
Be like that, it just be like that
Baby tell me why it's gotta be like that
Be like that, it just be like that
Baby tell me why it's gotta be like
Joe way before this rap shit
Before the Versace floors and the Rolls to match it
Joe's a bastard, I sell pussy for cheap
Make my bitch walk the strip
up the flow
I don't break hearts
It goes how it goes
I don't rock logos you know then you know
Still with my people push put pedal to floo
The Haters
still hate when It’s too crowdy and especially around my plate
I just need some more pills to control my shit
To control my shit, to control my
alive, be told
And I'm poking in something, oh damn but it ain't no joke
Cut guards and red beans
And for them niggas that follow me around for my mojo
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