Lyrics:
Call me Cease cause I keep em, we can go freakin
All weekend, so, roll in
Ain't it good that my Lex keeps folding? Uhh
(Oww!)
Chorus: (Puffy)
Nasty
the girls my room key
Money can't buy you love, so I don't pay for no pussy
I don't pay these haters no mind, so fuckin' call me cheap
I grab life by
his hands behind his back
He hit me about seven times and I knew that it was brass
I said ah nah, he really need to get it
And by the look on my face,
blatant
You hesitatin' I'm in your mama crib waitin'
Duct tapin' your fam' destiny
lays in my hands, gat lays in my waist
Francis, M to the iz-H
Let's get it
Gotta take take care of up dem kids
Aint got time to play roles Haai
Broke as hell Living Fucked up
Been down on my knuckles Fucked up
This is the Puna Boy Anthem
Yessah Blessah
What's up boys
Hou brah hope you ready for this one
Uh huh, Puna boys
And this the remix baby
All my
This is the Puna Boy Anthem
Yessah Blessah
What's up boys
Hou brah hope you ready for this one
Uh huh, Puna boys
And this the remix baby
All my
This is the Puna Boy Anthem
Yessah Blessah
What's up boys
Hou brah hope you ready for this one
Uh huh, Puna boys
And this the remix baby
All my
sag
I'm so bad that the baddies are good here's a shout out to the baggies
cnd the baggies of bud and cabbies who dropped me off getting gyalie on my
sparkling gems
Slipping into your eye soon it will be over
Which is precisely what the child in my dream said
Holding my hand, pointing at the roiling
over your bitch
Coming over your shit
Got my feet up on you sofas, man
I mean a hostess for my open hand
You coming home to dishes and empty soda
to trippin
I'm the fist in brass knuckles that's goin hit your chin
All the snitchers sitting down with the feds to yap
I'm the loud hard chhh
I really wanna work this out
Damn girl I'm trying
Here's the remix (remix)
I got this ice box where my heart used to be
I got this ice box
fear
Out here it's fresh water fuck your wifi
Letting that Golden Teacher reach my minds Eye
Down that Paradise Drive sideways in a Side-By
With my
I keep it cool, baby
Kid Cudi, riding the cuddy
As by the girls yeah they on scream love me
Double oh represent it til I'm finished
Ask bout GOOD
the couch and he tried to blame Mary
These bitches keep on playing all my homeboys got me pissed off
Andres got the worst of it, got him drinking Smirnoff
He
over your bitch
Coming over your shit
Got my feet up on you sofas, man
I mean a hostess for my open hand
You coming home to dishes and empty soda
I live by the knuckle and fist I fight
Bing bang boom
***** good night
Sword sharpen bitch I’m a knight
Step with the left
Step with the right
I move
I'm so cold, I'm so cold
I don't wanna be stuck off in this cold cold world
Don't wanna mess this up, better keep your eye on me girl
Let
nigga, see what I'm about
It was Kangols, Cazelli shades, Pumas and corn braids
Doo-rags on the waist, brass knuckles, switchblades
Ski mask to get paid,
Sometimes I want you dead
And I
I know I'm off my meds
But don't you worry baby girl
I got this drink instead
Aye aye
Now put your hands up
Aye aye
Now put
in
One of them had green tape, one of them had a weapon
One of them had brass knuckles and hit him withb rass knuckles
Uh, then hit him real hard,
in
One of them had green tape, one of them had a weapon
One of them had brass knuckles and hit him withb rass knuckles
Uh, then hit him real hard,
on the waist, brass knuckles, switch blades
E-mass to get paid, new shells to get sprayed
Hood rats to get layed, money to get made
Yeah, yeah I had a dream I
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