Lyrics:
Shoe lace tied I just beat ya by a lap
Ruff Chris dine got a t bone with some mash
All my guys lactose we can't be around you rats
Get the car ds
Press 3 if you accept the charges, if not hang up
[Ludacris]
To my cousin Darren Ranch, stay up homie
To my brother Chris Butler, stay up homie
If
I was born with god by my side oh my god
Bitch she said she down to ride imma slide by her site
I got troubles on my mind but they hide deep inside
a metaphor
How many different ways is it to say I'm getting cheddar more
A nigga twice as old way mo' popular need to set at all
Man I just say it to my
What you wanna talk about
I dont wanna talk it out
Try picking another rout
My stiff arm will walk it out
I lost faith and lost my ways
Too caught
it'll even out
Thousand dollar beaters
Came along way
Put some mileage on my sneakers
Made my own plays
Now I got a lot reefa
Been gliding all day
to the JB Classics, you know, shout to my big homie Rob Hebler
Weeklydrop.com, (Hot Dogg!), Shout to my man Chris Gibbs over at Union
Big shout out
the king of crunk
Let the anal way find, and and the woofers blow
Throw some ass in my lap and I'm good to go
I spread a shined out bottle, crack a beer
the king of crunk
Let the anal way find, and and the woofers blow
Throw some ass in my lap and I'm good to go
I spread a shined out bottle, crack a beer
haze out the jar
Rick Ross, I'm the best in the flesh
Getting blessed on the ?, it's a way to reflect
Hard work pays off, I'm a boss, you can tell
By
the bags
I done went blind goin' Hulk Hogan on they ass (gangsta)
Tell my shooters, "count me out", and I end up doin' the math (D6, Gansta Rizzeal)
I
Where you at?
I'm in boston right now
This my first time up in Boston
But I'm balling like Rondo
Buy a fucking condo
Nigga I ball hard like Chris Bosh in
to switch the hue 'cause them LA boys smuggy
But more likely to get hurt by somebody who love me
My lady, she don't trust me (nah), know I'm a sick puppy
and My Bros radicals by blood
Started comin up and ever since it wasn't enough...
(Chris Guero)
Forever my Brothers Keeper
Ridin with the K cnd my
They Can
Have Me
By they Self
I can't
Get no
Fucking time in
I'm in EveryBody's Lie
You wanna Fuck up life and learn the hard way
I make chicks
I wear my emotions on my sleeve you know what I'm saying
I've always been like that, my whole life, man
If I fuck with you, I'm all the way out
To the money I skate
On ice skates, my Rollie tell me time
So I'm always fashionably late, Im on the way
Trynna define me I'm different, keep it trill, keep it
in the
Sand huh! Climb that fence
Damn
By the time I get to the end of my verse
Calisthenics of the tongue
Exercising the first
That's freedom
Only my mama get to call me by my first name
I go hard for the city where she birthed me
Got water by the case if you thirsty
And only time I share
down in my zombie mode
Like it's two thousand and x
And we the splash brothers
We cut em in half like an onion slpit
Life is the way that you make it
By
wet
30 Hangin off my chest
No heavy metal just baguette
Two hoes hangin off arms blondie and brunette
Said I'm way too big I can't even fit up in that
I'll just tell them that I did it
The way Russ did I just did it my way
See I don't need a Russ type beat when you produce like me
When you can sing
nigga murderin nigga from Murder Inc
Murderin everything that's movin on the street like shit stink
These motherfuckers, my familia by killin y'all
I'm sick with them tools
Shit, that's why I'm kicked out of school
Fuck J's by da locker, come and holla, uhh
Out on my own, movin out with
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