Lyrics:
see me act up
Love a bitch who got lip
Fillers and her ass done
Cap, what? Nigga, who? We about that action
Cedar or don, milk crate, G's in the pond
fulfillin' their wishes
I got a degree in makin' love
Yes, I got it from my father just up above
I could take a girl from any man
With a twitch of my lips
the best
Oh!
When ya pump it in ya BM's ya pump it like this
When ya pump it in ya Range, pump it like this
When ya pump it in ya Cadillac, pump it
the best
Oh!
When ya pump it in ya BM's ya pump it like this
When ya pump it in ya Range, pump it like this
When ya pump it in ya Cadillac, pump it
check my history eventually you'll get told the same nigga big dogs a damn fool a fixture in the game and I play it by my own rules damned if I'mma change
the fighters like speeches by Cus D'Amato
Djs stickin' to vinyl like fuck Serato?
Suppliers who ride around the block in the custom models
Ballin like
croiser son regard
J'ai cru apercevoir cette fille tomber sous son charme
I was hypnotized and
'Couldn't feel myself, no
I guess I fell in love in
by cigarette smoke
Pullin' in a cash flow
These bitches on my dick think I'm an asshole
But call me up askin' to get they back blown?
Beamer, benz,
the Yellow Pages
I was spending much of life with so many strangers
In one year, I probably had six Ranges
And my dealer probably bought herself a few
at night, arrested by sheriff
Embarrassed, handcuffed, go to jail in your drawers
and all of this because his wife tried to put the knife to his balls
Bitch, I came up, I was treches by my lonely no one paid us
I was watchin Nasty flexing, while I'm makin pay dust
No one really listen to the music
frontline rhyme that's
interchangeable
Mastermind, blaze in the range, it's unexplainable
Against The Grain, crown prince of the purple rain
No games dunn,
Then makin' it real, to the pop on my slug for love
I'm gonna feed you with BG Knocc Out
Drop these bullets in a grill for the skill
Motha Fuckas with
I be whippin inna kitchen keep da strap by my bed
All y’all pussy bitches playin hell of games while I get bread
Keep a shooter in a cut better watch
bag saying that I was the DJ
You probly thinking I’m a cheapskate
Just got off tour was doing that in each state
And still getting paid what a wonderful
the times in the civic cruise with bro bro
We had a few hunnits tried to flip that at the Nino
Yeah just to get by another month or that shit game over
Now
broke my heart
Ain't baby nigga, but I'm emotionally scarred
Believed in love for a second, ain't that shit bizarre
And to really think dating a hoe would
Than a obstetrician
They gonna hate my looks
Fall in love with my diction
Going through lotta depression
No need to mention
Waiting for me to back down
(Woo!)
Black Barbie dressed in Bulgari
I'm tryin to leave in somebody's Ferrari
Spread love that's what a real mob do
Keep it gangsta look out for her
own way
Fuck wit my niggas da long way
Send her O.T. Game long range
I be outside that’s everyday
Makin moves yeah I gotta bust plays
Tryin to fill
breeze
(Repeat)
Verse 2
Mega:
Yooooo, they love how I'm speaking
This bangs in the club like Bloods when they beefing
It's the drugs that I'm chiefing,
on the line
When you came in like a guardian angel
And saved me from my fucking life be my love, baby my life on the line
When you came in like a guardian angel
stabbed in my sleep by your wife
So everybody stop askin' me what's wrong
And quit actin' like you don't know the words to my songs
And when the party
sucked
When I was on the couch
My nigga walked in
He said that hoe was stout
I hit it from the back
My nigga took her mouth
By love real my nig
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