Lyrics:
to having violent psychotic
Quick devour polish it, politics
By the way I'm higher than the Eiffel Tower tip
I like writin'
But I will stick this pencil
played a game of NBA 2k
What? You gonna come clean, what
'cause I whooped your ass?
You wasn't even playing, nigga! Get
The fuck out of here, nigga!
You
wash
Budget too big, billionaire a hurt a label
Play it tight, spray the creed on the purple label
Pie vay settings, Jacob got me linked up
Yuh
Ain't no politicking no apology I'm polished as polish could get
Clean man young man jump man run when I throw up the set
Who wanna run with
This shit forever with me yeah
This shit for life
Them boys know not to play with me yeah
We taking a life
We put that lil baby to sleep
Big Thousand
(yeah)
I hit it fast (fast), yeah, I hit it slow (slow)
Back by the mornin' girl, I gotta go
Gotta get ready, tonight is my show
If you okay, you
wash
Budget too big, billionaire a hurt a label
Play it tight, spray the creed on the purple label
Pie vay settings, Jacob got me linked up
Ayy, uh
Wait, wait, uh
Wait, wait, wait, wait
Hol' on, hol' on
(Great John on the beat by the way)
Tip toe, hol' on (tip toe)
Hol' on, hol' on,
to Breeze
Not to mention he taught me lots of things
Like how to clean up my circle, stay low from police
S used to be the big homie, 'til he made a diss
it infrastructure
Do that whine and spin man's bloc
By the way man's keep it clean
Gat a couple hundreds in ma jean
I don't want that shit
Na I don't
I pull up on beam and shit
Run up on Preme I'm steaming shit (I'm steaming shit)
Virtual beam in it
Big shots of Remy no lean in it (no lean in it)
Yeah
All Hunchos
Yeah
Gone shake that ass bitch
Gone Make It shake (Yeah)
Spread them legs baby yeah
You know I clean the plate
From the back pull ya
I'm beating chest clean up mess I'm flexing on niggas
Only the gang fuck all the rest we next up on niggas
Fuck around talk out ya neck gone we fess
come
You better jump up on it
Just like the beat goes on life goes on
Porsha (O'Dell):
And the tank goes on (Tank goes on)
You
it
We after big dreams nigga, no schemes (it ain't over yet)
You run your mouth to the feds but me and my boys we livin' clean
I still get a million
This is a day in the life
See I make big money and I fuck nigga's wives
And I only skate twenty fours
Young pimpin' still slammin' them Chevrolet
down the alleyway
Lookin' for a new friend
The man in the coonskin cap
In the big pen
Wants eleven dollar bills
But you only got ten
Maggie comes
friend
The man in the coonskin cap by the big pen
Wants eleven dollar bills you only got ten
Look out, kid
Look out, kid, because it's somethin' that
friend
The man in the coonskin cap by the big pen
Wants eleven dollar bills you only got ten
Look out, kid
Look out, kid, because it's somethin' that
Big drip like submarine she gimme that purrrrr submachine
Every body wanna do you dirty when you come too fucking clean
Hop out the wagon ello mate
I was blinded by fear, or maybe I am, my confidence drowning, I'm feeling like hell, too many
Scars, they're hidden by flesh, don't come around
down the alleyway
Lookin' for a new friend
The man in the coonskin cap
In the big pen
Wants eleven dollar bills
But you only got ten
Maggie comes
(Satisfy)
(Satisfy) yeah yeah, yeah
(Satisfy this hunger- you) Sinatra, Big Pepe
(Satisfy) oh, you got the studio shout-out
(Satisfy) you feelin'
LaFlame, he in sicko mode
Woo, made this here with all the ice on in the booth
At the gate outside, when they pull up, they get me loose
Yeah, Jump Out
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