Lyrics:
of a hustler in a nutshell
G-5 eatin' snakes, soup and raw fish
Snakes see the Ray Phantom off of raw fish
My main bitch is like Bonnie Parker
My side bitch is
Chisora
Get me the borer
Thoughts in my head and it's torture
Me, I'm good friends with your daughter
Ona man can't swing with me
Or go toe-to-toe in
noise
Still in my house, but I've got a Smartphone too
Is an iPhone better than action-figure Plastic, up to you
We used to go to the zoo, before it Was
She got x-ray specs on
I said she got x-ray specs on
See right through your shit and then we left off
See right through your shit and then we left
in the gutter and walk on by
Wake up, little Suzie, let's go for a drive
Cross the Trinity River, let's keep hope alive
Turn the radio on, don't
ryan
Clean sopra qui metti il by-pass
Cento sul beat siamo try-harder
Try harder black panther
Fotografa sto cazzo come peter parker
Night rider tu flip
you say
Downtown, 305, I be livin' off the bay
Shoot my shot up it go splash, spot up like I'm Klay (splash)
I just landed in LA
Three night stay
This
my people go)
Let them keep shooting up each other (but this is, this is how it goes)
Let them keep shooting up each other (but this is how it goes
slugging
Haze hugging crow bunning
These guys humming, can smell them from a mile away
Lyrics a pile a shit flies pay a visit every day
I go my own way,
watching my Blueprint
I hope you copy
I know too many shots and you gone See me acting sloppy
Just like Ray Jr
I was sippin on the Rossi
I'll last A couple
for your download link
I let Ja Rule when I murder ink
Murder pink, murder what you thought and what you think
This Queens prodigy is the product
Tune get back
Come on! Yeah, D5 motherfucker!
It's Tunechi Jr bitch!
Pops, lemme go ahead and get 'em one time
Ya heard me? Hol' up!
Turn my
Me on the rise
Go again, Go again
Fuck shit up
Go again, Go again
If I take an L, fall down, get up, dust it off
Go again, Go again!
Tell'em Ray Vegas
Hank Jr. - Family Tradition; Willie Nelson - Angel Flyin' Too Close To The Ground; Ray Price - Crazy Arms; Johnny Cash - Sunday Morning Coming Down. Now
like me is hard to come by
The Patrón-ón? Let's go get it on
The zone-one? Yes, I'm in the zone
Is it two, three? Leave a good tip
I'ma blow all
a rose and winters was cold
Had to go over and stand by the stove
We from the Southeast, niggas know
This where the opps creep real slow
Won't vote but
Bitch (JR 808)
Lani Worrld, nigga
Go broke or get pape? I'ma grind, I'ma skate (Yeah)
I'ma win, I'ma ball, bitch, no matter what it take
With my
motherfucking boy, J-R
Birdman my pa, bitch, ball bred, born rich (yeah)
Dear Mr. Toilet, I'm the shit
Got these other haters pissed, 'cause my toilet paper
motherfucking boy, J-R
Birdman my pa, bitch, ball bred, born rich (yeah)
Dear Mr. Toilet, I'm the shit
Got these other haters pissed, 'cause my toilet paper
ain't trippin' cause
That's Young Yo hoe
Let me tell ya bout one mo' hoe
Sweet bitch man I used to fuck her hard
And she be like, "Nut, won't ya go slow?"
like me is hard to come by
The Patrón-ón? Let's go get it on
The zone-one? Yes, I'm in the zone
Is it two, three? Leave a good tip
I'ma blow all
to go
It was roll that dice or go for broke
So I hit the jackpot now out the door
Wait a minute wait a minute now they got me throwed off
Huh
Let me
the week, let it all go
You're my fav
Yeah, you light my world up like a sun ray
Won't you creep in, wake me gently on a Sunday
Stormy skies keep gettin' in
Jordans like I'm J.R Smith
Cross Jordan hit a jumper on my A.I shit
I ain't fucking with a bitch she can pay my rent
Ray Allen like I'm Jesus that's all net
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