Lyrics:
What the fuck?
What's this shit now?
Dealt with the devil like I'm Mr. fucking Faust
Little piggies, please come outta your damn house
The big bad
mind she underlined it
Ride that shit til she flat line it. Girl so good she can two time it
I like the way you move your body wine so slow entice me
Damn this a bitch
We ain't gotta motherfuckin' thing
Ring CJ do what he doin' in Cali for ni a
(Hello?)
Hey wuz up nigga it's Face
(What up
words you don’t know what love means
(x2)
(Verse 2: OTDee)
I ain’t mean you do you like that
I ain’t mean to stab you in the back (god damn god damn)
I
It's so crazy
Where the fuck is my Kim K? (Beverly Hills)
Baddest bitch I've ever seen in my life (good baby)
Kept it OG on God
Kept it Bombay
Mrs. has history in the neighborhood
Family always gave back
Good things for the hood
Understood that Rob's past had caught up
She earned two mili
After
your hair its not days that go by
While I'm witch you that I won't even care
[Chorus: x 2]
You been with young dudes old guys
hindus papas
As soon as your back is turned treason is planned
When every good thing's laid to rest
By the governments hate, by the constitution and their lies
serious niggas (they up)
But his nephew Tez around surrounded by broke, serious killers (they up)
Tez pull up like, "Damn Unc let me holla at you for
that boy look like Mr Clean[00:36.03]I slapped an Asian guy for squinting at me, that's a big scene[00:38.28]Why you pay ten thousand for a lemon? That's
(Hey, JID, bro what good?)
My nigga, what's happenin'? I'm back in this ho
(ay, what goin' on with y'all folks? I hope y'all straight)
Fuck all
My spirit in a good place and I can tell yours by your smile
Say cheese if memories important let's freeze the moment
My nigga calling today is for my
jacket by Versace
Trap in California L.A , Hollywood
I got you in 5 seconds you are my fast food
Boasting any chains this is pretty good, Fuck Off I´m
make pa, trase sa yo efase'l a 2 k.
Malgre sa map lage bon bout rap tankou bonm.
Sa se donm, gen sak pap esepte my time is on.
3 fèy 3 rasin o...
Sa kap
you the plug and you owe him?
Smoking on cook by the farm
Everything we do abnormal
100K when we performing
Bitch, ain't no game, we been going in
Yeah yeah
Peaks and valleys my heart can erupt
You're no longer here to call on
I fill up my cup
And that's one cup, two cup
Three to make the song
Cause every time I see you
I just love to love to love ya love ya
I dont make plans for thots
Dickem dickem down by the lots
You only good for one thing
I'm low down and I'm shifty!
And if you hear a man that sounds like me, smack him
Then ask him where the fuck did he get his damn raps from!
I'm low
hear the sound
Victory horns as we conquer new ground
Partner with the local
C3 in our town
Team starting to grow
Into something so profound
Life's good
of trouble
Double crossed by the law so theres nobody to run to
Yeah, its just me and my sawed off shotgun
Outlaw, call him Leather Face
Im headed for
me out, bitch, I'm Boog
Mr. Pop My Shit, Baby (ayy, ayy)
Let's get this understood (aye aye aye)
Rich as fuck for good, new bitch toxic, pussy good
so bad
Dear Mr. I'm Too Good To Call Or Write My Fans
This will be the last package I ever send your ass
It's been six months and still no word, I
it'd all be grey
But your picture on my wall
It reminds me, that it's not so bad
It's not so bad
Dear Mr. I'm Too Good To Call Or Write My Fans
it'd all be grey
But your picture on my wall
It reminds me, that it's not so bad
It's not so bad
Dear Mr. I'm Too Good To Call Or Write My Fans
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