Lyrics:
then tag me
Her nigga really jack me
Wishin' that he had me
Even if I baited wack bitches couldn't catch me
Maddies lit mother fucker like a daddy
Pull
Lil Baby or Gunna
Is your Lil Baby a Gunna?
Huh?
Goat smoke
Mama love me if I'm broke or I'm rich
But I love the money she know how I get
My finger
multiple fractures
He's battered
Bad actors
Get their body parts scattered
Shattered hopes
They don't matter no more
Love determines growth
And lies equal
now we blowing smoke whenever we get the chance
While we getting off our ass so that we can get our bags
As we raising up the cash cause we're focused
Like how you hit a lick then hit the other man
It used to be all love
Now niggas is all thugs
Getting double crossed by homies you used to call blood
They ain't know bout Tee, how I go outside doing drills all by myself
But I ain't gon lie, tell the truth on me, I was calling up B when I needed some
all night
Ain’t drunk in love, we in a cosmic quest
Momma been through all kinds of shit!
Profound and prominent
I’m in love with her consciousness!
drama
Yeah I got cash on me
Shawty you should come wit me
Don't worry where your friends gon be
Coz that's not where you wanna be
Summer 20 man we tired
on the microphone so
Go Vinc mother fucker go Vinc
My name is Vinci and I am neat
I love pretty girls and I love to eat
I made this rap from my mind
And I am very
"Ms. Jenkins"
A lot of tears shed over what you been through,
A mothers pain pays, for what her kid do,
As Bryan life fades, in the rear view,
You
shit, that shit, that shit, I love, I love, I love
Don't stop, it don't stop, it don't stop
Yea, yea check it out
[Soopafly]
It's soopafly y'all, dunking
in my stomach.
I'm a surrogate mother-fucker the girls love it.
Birth the suffix and cut the visible string.
Controls much more than a physical
Had work and I knew it - I come in your door, nigga
Tie your family up - they all got on the floor, nigga
By all means, whatever it takes to get green
still keep your heart with me baby
I know we not in love just the thought of it driving you crazy
Will you stay down till i'm rich and we fuck in
know father time, we all know mother nature
It's all in the family, but I am of no relation
No matter who's buying, I'm a celebration
Black and white
by any means, I'm Malcolm in a Detroit fitted
I got the scars from my life of war
I love the rap, but I don't like the talk
I get excited if
I peeped the realest, and was choosed
Had love so I only bought bomb from 7-duce
15 for a drop
An a dub, click, boxin' up trouble an the next nigga
Or a single mother from the ghetto either
Fuck y'all
It's a small island in the Caribbean that we be in
Goes by the name of Puerto Rico
Nigga the champ is
Wicked, wicked production you know how it go man
Y'all listen to music by Harry Fraud man
0'12 man. New 'tings
Bronson man
Big boss Bronson man
the bread with my brothers
But can't forget my mother
She told me live and die by everything you try
(and lord knows that these streets try to burn us alive)
The truth, the lies, the in-betweens
The hate, the love, the waking dream
All these beautiful things growin up in california
And all the memories from
need
No frontin, I love the way you flick the hips
And you makin matters worst the way you lick your lips
Makin shit hard for me, while I'm in front
the pod-piper, ex-sniper
Right beside ya, me and Max and a biker
What's next? Whatchu think is next? Cash, checks
You likin' this shit? You ain't seen nothing
a mansion for my mother.
The 24/7, the cool-Aid smile,
Say, "Hey, crack a lemon and look at my pile."
[Chorus]
Come on.
Now you know just who I am
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