Lyrics:
of their minds
You were high heeled
You were kitted your needs
They will always be there to remind
Me we are so very young
All that I need is someone to
Hеlp
sure
They'll know you're fibbing if you tell them you got hit by a door
But young woman, the pimp sees you as nothing but a dumb hooker
Medical
Ever since a young'n, I knew I was drawn to flow
Had the passion to keep rapping, making me unstoppable
Whether singing or emceeing, just give me
Oh baby give me one more chance (Hey)
Ooo, huh huh, yeah yeah come on girl
When I had you to myself
I didn't want you around
That pretty face has
Iron the wrinkles out my scrotum, wear it to your function
I am not aroused by simple plowing or thrustin
Can’t cum unless you use my balls as a speed
the profits
Picture me riding around in a Bentley
In the trap boy you know I ain’t fronting
When I pop out u know that I’m stunning
Yea that young nigga came up
I'm just kicking back peeping you
Young smart kid
Had to tell the whole world we're making it
Back then we can't leave no crumbs
Cause that's a point 5
to seek wisdom like we're seeking for hidden treasure
But we'd rather be entertained by sinful pleasure
Making women show more and more, and wear less
When you see a nigga cruise through
Niggas try to jack you and loose my coop is by the kennel wheels
Mother fucker want to take my style
Cause niggas
First time I ever set eyes on you it was love at first sight
You was so young, your mom told me that she got a son, and you were the love of her
comin' up, ain't nothin' for free
Puttin' something together that you ain't never seen
Young Rylin picking up steam
But still, you know we're heartless
But
like for you
If cooking up girl's what you like to do
Then come through, come through, we're making girlfriend soup
Girlfriend soup
Looking
from the nose now that's a wrap no anaconda
Fucking with me and my whole team you wouldn't want to
Type of shit we're making now leave all of your shit
Hear me now!
Style funky, you know that's me
Killer bee whohoho one man army
Down for mine when I go on tour
Throw your hands in the air if you
You’ll turn to a fan
And everyone else gonna know who I am
I’m not chasing Gaula or chasing these bandz
But making sum money just comes wit the plan
no more this millennium
It's never again to me or anyone
So think harder when you refer to us
Rather make our children martyrs than murderers
say
Whats that boy gon’ ever do
Ask my moms I just copped her the crib with the view
Haters snoozed
While we were busy making moves
You see my vibes
I’m
I told them n***** to wait their turn but they didn't listen they will be burned King of the Seven so watch what you say you would drop when I spray
10g's, you can ask about me
Only 16 when I entered a b, now I’m 19 and the load is so peak
Need more runners I need more sleep
Big ark went Miami saw
Manhattan
for rappin, big Ghost steps off laffin
(Were you just using the Wu-Tang school method against me?
I've learned so many styles, forgive me)
[Verse
over here and get right with them kills
You can't think straight paranoid when I come in your town
Two bags deep full of rounds
His soul got lifted, his
Cali loc'ed up when I was summoned
Styles were mixed like the Drummonds, Killer Clown is comin'
Look around, your town is crumblin'
This Big Tech from
A lot of that spirit around with me
I think Reebok needed the
Young Gunner and the
Young Gunner needed Reebok you know what
I mean? So I think we're two
to the gutters
The beast walk the beats, but the beats we be making
You on the wrong side of the track, looking visibly shaken
Taken them plungers, plunging
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