Lyrics:
nigga
Thank lil Debbie how we boxing niggaz
Sweet and cheap get you coffined nigga
My straps like hoes I got options nigga
Head shot now you topless nigga
take a listen
And make sure beans don't burn in the kitchen
These gassed-up niggaz just ain't fuel-efficient
I play the winter breeze to chokehold
can’t stud these niggaz I’m to busy in my bag I’m on my grind no kidding can’t waste no time no slipping run up day check run up day check I’m on my grind
on me nigga know I keep a heater
Gud Mud Homie mix it by the liter
Double cup a put u in the sleeper
Street runnin niggaz movin fast as a cheetah
ain't
police tryna entrap me
witnesses on standby with they cameras tryna catch me
won’t try me less I’m solo and they deep ducc niggaz daffys
ima rocc out by
he ain't even sleep
Say Boosie chill wit all that swervin' too much dope in here
Nigga slow down you betta think about Big Head and Pimp
Y'all want
with niggaz, well respected
Who beastses in they section known for teachin' niggaz lesson
I'm real, I want change, I'm thugged out
'Til my casket
sumin')
If 2Pac was here, he would coach me
Real nigga rockin' a Rollie
This for C Murder in Angola (This for C man)
I slept by him every night (We was
chicken
A bu-a-bucket full of acid by the do'
Just in case I gotta throw away my yole
Bars around the house, bars around the window
Dope around
Not by a long shot
Guys cannot dodge
So for future reference
Yall cant get with me
In ya presence
Im past ya'll the rest is history
And the moral
of thirty-eight slugs
Some other niggaz stepped out y'all
Aww shit, I had to make a phone call
Hello?
Hay Jay
Whassup?
I'm in a little trouble man
Especially foe tha police, man. I'm ah nigga wit' thug shit
'Cause I'm runnin' wit' tha niggaz in tha hood and that's how we play
Want to feel ah my
walk in my shoes even if u hit the Barney’s
U A O U this that one sweater
Y they tell u but aint come tell US
Niggaz fake they snakes they become jealous
some young niggaz
Chasing money fell in love
Wit the block
I took my lil 32
And stuffed that bitch
Wit 7 shots
Stop fighting in 08
Bitch you run up
You
I told you boys Juicy J is on that M-Town
Got that cheese coming in choking green by the pound
I'm rolling with the Three 6, let 'em peep this
Make
Help on the way
Help on the way
They say the games in trouble
Help on the way
Help on the way
Help on the way
Help on the way
They say the games in
take a listen
And make sure beans don't burn in the kitchen
These gassed-up niggaz just ain't fuel-efficient
I play the winter breeze to chokehold
trouble
If i cant find him go back and do doubles
My nigga animals they need a muzzle
You thought you was fuckin but she wanna cuddle
My niggaz want chips
He's a hardheaded child and it's time to be learned
[Chorus 2X: Juvenile]
You don't like me, yeah? Well fuck you in ya ass
Niggaz is pure pussy and they
ab morgen
Warum nicht schon gestern?
Die NBA Season ging weiter in der Bubble
Lou Williams schlich sich heimlich
Raus und bekam Trouble er war bei
dome
We grown men so please watch yo tone
And by any means correct me I'm wrong
Crazy half the niggas I put in my songs
Dead or in jail or we don't get
cause I'm in the club throwin up G's
Dammmn shawty! That shit fucked up
Niggaz mad cause I'm hot and they ain't gettin no love
Dammmn shawty! I'm
You know I be ridin in eighty-fitty-I wit Sha
While we on lye
And when it's trouble, we push the Black Lex bubble
Me and Cappo, push the whip real
Mafia for 12 years
We've been getting it crunk
The kings from Memphis man riding in my Chevy Truck
[Lil Wyte]
I'm from the bay I thrown them bows
Who
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