Lyrics:
Let it be prophesized; n****s'll die because ya crew's goon
Around the way n****s get murdered by the full moon
Heard it in whispered tones
N****s
Let it be prophesized; niggas'll die because ya crew's goon
Around the way niggas get murdered by the full moon
Heard it in whispered tones
Niggas
sense
Two Glock twins, that's too fire
Choppa still singing like Mariah
I roll with my brother like four tires
Still in the South like Flo Rida
Right
Hit up “Da Strip Club”
Whole bunch of whores
We throwing them dollas
They craving some more
All for the washingtons
She kneel on the flo
& im
it
We done lived some long hard lives
Girl I'm a soldier I ain't quitting I be putting in work
I got this thing by my side yeah
And if they want it I
(that's right)
I saw that nigga get his head tore off (by who? )
By the same nigga that took his wife
You know I come nutty stingin like syphillis
You can
Or I'm upping the pole
Making them shake
Now they dancing fasho
Make a lil move
Then they swiping da flo'
My pockets stay lumpy
Been pissed on by toads
I
I'm balln' like I'm posed to money in the bank
Wanna get on my level but they flo'n they know they can't
I'mma flip paint, filp paint, roll daint,
I'm balln' like I'm posed to money in the bank
Wanna get on my level but they flo'n they know they can't
I'mma flip paint, filp paint, roll daint,
I'm feeling so gone
I don't wanna listen to no slow song
What's in your head
What's going on
More problems cause my money getting so long
And my
I get down on the flo'? You already know.
I. Get it how I live but you already know. Live by a code and that shit gon show. Go against the grain
prang, flo dan too nang
Drive by shooting in a transit bang, bang
Bang sounds of the gunning from my hand
It was all over and the fat lady sang
Here
(*talking*)
Man you know we having money, know I'm tal'n bout
We get this we get that what, what mo' do you want
You know I'm talking bout, Wreckshop
Wanted lil shorty to be my rida
In my eyes so fine she so fya
When you left broke my heart blew my mind
Blew my mind yea
Right now can't nobody
I'm drawn
Am I the savior
Or the messiah
Think about letting go just like Flo Rida
Don't give me the Prada just follow the mantra of working my ass off
can't be loyal to a hoe (Nah)
Yeah, and all my bros stick to the code
I call her Flo Rida 'cause shawty going low (Ay)
Take it slow or we can go real fast
Flo Rida
I'm a low life on a lo-fi
It was '05 when I was yo' type
They playing, watching, got no time
But it's go time, so let's go
How you gon' stop
it ain't about money you don't even gotta speak
I smoke it in a paper, Weezy smoke it in a leaf
And nigga I'm a stunna, I got runnas
And we keep
Tyga zu hör'n
Eyo scheiß auf die Nerds, ob Emo oder Hipster
Fick auf's Radio, ich mag Ego-Rap, Ihr Wichser
Wer willst Du sein mit dein' Flo
the Eastside of Long Beach, that's 2-1 Street
See we, live and die by the gun and the knife
And I, high as a kite, corrallin through the night
Ha ha, stackin'
Raise one to homies gone
I was raised by some real ones
No flexxing kuz the ops watching
I keep hustling no breaks so i ain't stopping
Riding in my
opponent
Hit the booth and anoint it, be finding truth in the moment
Money is just a bonus
Damn I love the aroma
Wake up and smell the hunneds, my people
niggas'll dump a clip
We by the school yard waiting for you to get your kid
I caught a A1 felony on my last bid
Kept calm, made bond, I'm on that shit
You
niggas'll dump a clip
We by the school yard waiting for you to get your kid
I caught a A1 felony on my last bid
Kept calm, made bond, I'm on that shit
You
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