Lyrics:
Enough said
Enough said, Enough said
Leave em dead
I want em' dead I leave em' dead
Lord knows
Lord knows, lord knows
These niggas hoes
These niggas hoes
I'm servin' these hoes i boom by my home
My trap in my phone (Trill)
Running through the racks
Spend it make it back
Ooh, what a nigga wanna do
is a joke to these guys
When you get my type of money, you don't notice them guys
Stay focused on the money or be broke when you die
Niggas know not
was alive he'd tell these hoes and these niggas
Even in my will, keep it trill, to the day I peel
Even in my will, keep it trill, to the day I peel
serve
Hoes gone skeet and the V gone swerve
I'ma get by while the world gon' turn
I'ma get mine like you gon' get yours
Niggas do the least do when
I don't touch dog hoes, dog hoes got fleas
I'm from wear they rock ski masks
And nobody rides skis
Every time I spit a verse my city like preach
A military mind, nigga (yeah)
A military mind mean money
A criminal grind, nigga
A criminal grind mean hustle
You know
We tradin' war stories,
And all the hoes in the party hit the dance floor
Pull up, nigga creeping
Colder than a motherfucker, guess it's ho season (bitch)
Shorty got that ass,
hoes, you dont take care of yo people, you do the same
Shit my people did, yall niggas on some pussy-shit
And got the nerve to wanna holla bout you
fallin' outta trees,
No Limit niggas don't say hoes,
ain't no caps that be floatin' in the breeze...
Fiend:
Now, Now, Now P, all the time, I
got so many cocktales I need a muthafuckin' fish tank.
I got hoes like acorns fallin' outta trees,
No Limit niggas don't say hoes,
Ain't no caps that
hoes wanna fuck me
I been in my bag now these hoes say they love me, bitch where the fuck was you at when I was struggling?
These niggas ain’t been
bad ass, (bad bitches), bad ass, bad ass, (bad hoes)
Blowin' this by the pound, we can go a couple rounds
I'm a man of my town, pullin' up, shut it
on patrol, I'm on the road, bands in my carry-on (Carry-on)
Opp niggas know that they really hoes, niggas just cappin hard (Cappin' hard)
Louie by the duffle,
thirty-five percent
Hoes hope I lay so I look both ways
Cops say it's "Okay", my tint smoke gray
It's no way nigga leave without handing me my shit
Got
by me
Be damned if lil shorty got taken
I know it get rough on the road
Captain a smooth operator
Ducking and dodging these hoes
Knowing I got
(B-B-Bankroll Got It), ayy
I feel like Mariah Carey (Mariah Carey), got these niggas so obsessed (damn)
My pussy so famous, might get managed by Kris Jenner
Two's, O's, fo's and hoes
Nigga only fucking with the real 2-0's
20 minutes, 20 minutes
Holla at me, 20 minutes
Deuce, fo's, hoes and clothes
Nigga
to the west coast, all my bitches
Bitches who get props 'cause they know who can get got
Who they can get shot by the way ya nigga's hip drop
Walk up in
to the west coast, all my bitches
Bitches who get props 'cause they know who can get got
Who they can get shot by the way ya nigga's hip drop
Walk up in
out
You don't know nothin about me
You just been running your mouth
Instead of telling hoes when you see me, you gonna take me out
I'm a real nigga
share flows, when it enter your earhole
Shit, it's a thing of pure beauty
Everything that's spittin' is written by yours truly
Nigga, when Sean write
Gator bump, they ain't swag, though
Backburner full of fine hoes
Swag journies to the condo
Couple milli' off a ride, woah
That boy Cass'
For a disguise, east side niggas is back
Ain't heard your new shit 'cause you niggas is whack
I came to this party all by myself
But I won't leave by
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