Lyrics:
Trump
And I aim kinda straight when it's time to pump
I bring the pump when it's time to pump
Wrapped around my waist like a cumber bun
Don't make
I'm dry in the knees cap
I feed the fam fuck your feedback
Wap like Fat Joe make man lean back
Ex Ting left guess I needed that
Addicted to 3 why I be
a bitch about my grip
Bubblegum bubblegum chew it by the pound
Ass super fat, I'm not a square cause I'm around
If you choose to blow it, make sure you
Bighead
Drip, bitch my denim stay clean
Drip, bitch my 30 stay clean
My bitch look like she from magazine
(Goddamn)
The lean make me feel like Houdini
It took the last of my loot to make this move Troop
But I ain't even tryin to work in a suit
Plus my aunt's got a room that's for rent
As long
hard as fuck, I make you ask what was it
Boy you should have known by now, Eazy does it
I was knocking motherfuckers out
What's your name boy
Funky,
makes a lot of best-albums lists
When they tried to sign you again
Was it satisfying to say, "Oh
You already have"?
Frank Ocean: yeah, I just told them
good
If He said it believe it
If He spoke it receive it
If He said it believe it
Our God will make it good
It's by faith Abel brought a better sacrifice
bulletproof, red Timb boots
nigga loose, license plate screamin' "Fuck you"
drunken days, I wish ya'll knew
thug dreams, what it means to you
red seams, triple
my opinion you make it
The critic'll get the didick and if you got it then stay with it
You never knew me but you flew me to your town see
By
a hustler all my life gimme six stacks,
Cop my self a quarter kite I can flip that,
Cook it till its solid white tell 'em hit that,
Big fat Os of that
Clean his brain
Taking his power I feel like I'm Cane
Taking these perkys ain't taking no pain
Shorty shit fat I'm in love with her gains
Throwing it back
and stop it with that candy flippin
Let's face facts, chips get stacked
Unsystematically our pockets get fat
And we kick back, pimp caddilacs
Smoke off
his real name
And so it's time for telling Kip
That Joe is through with the game
Then I'll make Josephine proud
By finally taking the blame
Then
like damn. or be like what? LIFE
Surprise don't get caught by it, spirits you'll get haunt by em
Ever seen a dead body? ever seen a drive by?
Sometimes I
Naughty and Fat Joe are down with us
The MAAD Circle are down with us
Def Squad, is down with us
?DN's and Mike M? are down with us
Dr. Dre you know
(Got it on Smash)
(Go Grizz) Yeah, yeah
Ha-ha, you already know
(Hitmaka) Yeah
Two-seater run with your bitch (ooh)
Butterfly doors
on my chest, come feel my heartbeat
We can park the Jeep, pump Mobb Deep, and just spark the
It's hard to creep since I found Joe
Every pretty round
all by myself
I scream, you scream, who's on, who's team
We're suppose to be together through rain and sunny weather
But I seem to bring you
at the shoes on my feet, call up my brother
Percy gone send me to drip, Ariana gone make me a tee
Nikesha gone get my hair clean
My mama gone braid it, my daddy
it rain
Through the storm clouds
You gone hear my name
Take a red pill like a vitamin
Better me, better make a scene
Smoking hard but I'm coming
catch a hat go get a award
Put a opp up in a wood
Don't play with gang
Swear to God we'll make it rain
Got some niggas up in them chains, for real
We had
the racks came
Aye seem like that she shut just came in a day
I need some new drip making it rain
I don't idolize niggas cause I am the man
I don't depend
of those beautiful paintings of you on your deathbed might not be so clean.
All the love that you once had will just make you want it more. All the gods
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