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Keep my energy I'll pay it soon
Coming soon, little do I know I just fell in poon
I kiss foreheads and send ya love and bring more bread
I'm
plumskin hun, before you go
You know we gotta get somethin' staaaarted
Pump-kin pie
I promise to lick ya till your well runs dry
By the fruit you bare, I
Love it when the plug hits me with new flavours
Shake my head like oh man
Gassed by no gang
I roll around on my own I'm my own man
They like to stunt
bitch up, they scared to tell them lies
In my bag, in the Jag, off the walk, I don't wanna crash
She want sticky on her hand, she wanna smash
Keep a dub
in the back with the play sta'
A little boy (boy) came and gave me an invitation
Said there's a party and ya gotta wear your suit
And ain't no
by the pound
Our tires stay roarin'
While we ridin' through the town
Mud diggers
And I keep a bad truck around
Big truck tall suspension
40
[Shyheim]
I be notorious like that nigga Big Smalls
Plus I keep it raw live illegal like Jamal
If ya act up you get shot up
What the blood? I represent thugs
When floodwaters run high, and I'm weak and afraid
I find strength, because He rules He reigns
When floodwaters run high, and I'm weak and afraid
another broken heart
I keep bitches by them two's nigga, Noah's Ark
I got a seven on me
I call my dro' Lamar
Plus a Trojan in my pocket, Matt Leinart
I love getting loaded
Not a big fan of the Trojans since the first one that I opened
Keep a bad bitch by the side by the side
Always gotta one down
you're unzipping
Big Billing how ya living
Shut ya mouth and listen up it's the queen talkin'
If it ain't about the moolah you can keep on walkin'
All
This is my life and many come and go like one night stands
I treat live jams like a sermons and in my mic hand
A holy get them with ya bless ya
Shit you
alright, yo yo
Mi say mi rollin' on di highway
Wid a spliff inna mi hand
(Wid a spliff inna mi hand)
Wid a pretty girl by my side
I spot a police man
no time for mistakes
So homies watch ya back
'cause these jealous ass tricks got me strapped
Jealous got me strapped
I keep my hand on my gun
and spectator get low
Some bwoy coulda big like Bam Bam Bigelow
Bust off trigger finger, trigger hand and trigger toe
Ah two gun me have, me bust dem inna
block homie handle your corner
Keep all your heroin, rocks and you mariju-wana
I'm like a - character on the Sopranos or the Wire
You'se a - big pussy
was doing a bid
See they just got some money
Been doing it big
Word to notorious
So glorious
And I forgive
Those who's trespassed against
Lord knows
to make a fist.
Everybody die, gon' bury me alive.
Grab life by the horns, put the bullshit aside.
Glock clip full like the moon in the sky.
I'm at the gas
to make it big
Yea they mad so they throwing fits
Get a bag then I make it flip
Now I’m saying new phone who this
High as the moon Act a baboon
It’s nothing
a dick in / ya dis a fucken robbery place ya hands up and stick em / like method man in how high, hommie I’m here to get em
I get hight off ugh eattin this
fuck with yall
You can trip me up, still I manage to upward fall
Every glorious, notorious I mean nothing small
Dream big, big risks, big money is coming
hands
Just did a stick-up, just got picked up
One dead punk, killed by the man
New York New York big city of dreams
And everything in New York
Have you lying still nigga
Nah, nah for real nigga
But went up your Hilfiger
It's the notorious spitter
Kicking it with my niggas from the Vill
Tryna
noise
Put ya hands together
(Alright)
For NS3T
Entertainment
Who do it better
When I make it to
The big league
(Big league)
Lotta fake niggas
Bout
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