Lyrics:
me, I would be sitting on a pile of bones all by myself 40 pounds heavier. That's all I know. I just be sitting there going, I have no idea what
Focus on my shit and this and that
Grades and class, I paid and passed
Passing on the blunt, addiction and all it's done
By taking our loved ones, they
I'm in it, flood the mother fucking world
Pretty white toes with the natural afro, nigga mad
Cause I hit her, I'm not beefing bout a hoe, no fo' by fo
Madelyne Woods
By the way, my name's Malik, The Five-Foot Freak
Let's say we get together by the end of the week
She simply said, "No," labeled me a hoe
Madelyne Woods
By the way, my name's Malik, The Five-Foot Freak
Let's say we get together by the end of the week
She simply said, "No," labeled me a ho
I
we was taught
Front porch, hill side have some fuuuuun
Ye Ha's, go mudding, she's the one
So we country to the core, it aint no stoppin the truck
YO, is in this to win this
A brand new LP SO MIND YOUR BUSINESS
No jokin, I'm gettin paid fully
You want to buy the cassette, stop by Sam Goody
with y'all
You know what I'm sayin?
And we sendin trucks, we sendin boats
Boxes of cans of soup and everything
Clothes and all of that shoes
We donating
holes in ya boat
Don't Roll on the Roll Deep team
No No No You don't, you only Roll Deep in ya dreams
If that's what your tellin me you must be my
like honey
I'ma beat from the back 'til the moon get sunny
Both gon' fuck 'cause Lil Boat got money
Can't nobody ever fuck my bitch (No)
Ain't gotta
(Beatgang, Stuntman)
(Bitch, you know Antt did the beat)
This shit all off of hustle
It ain't come from no music
Type of shit that make you grind
What's the place where you see more girls
that you'd like to pick up, than any other place?
Honey was offended by the pick up line
Honey was
collars off, while ridin' off
Float boat big boys, Oakland A's stashed away blades
Ventilation let the sharks, ani-maze
Somethin' sheist like, seven butcher
scrutiny
Dashing out of arena surrounded by security
And groupies roaming lobbies just ain't fun no more
They stalking as hobbies and I ain't gon' run no
You cannot deliver cmon, you’re like joe. See you up on stage, they like no so
Whole lotta pain, got it’s own name in my chest.
Then I think In my
for so long
Doesn't seem all perfect yeah I know
The main figure in his life was his GI Joe
Of course his parents loved him and I ain't try to push no
got options, you gotta know
Count up a thousand, ain't no average Joe
Got drip like a fountain, I'm talking bout clothes
I'll leave you leaking, if you
no license, ooh
And I'm screamin' out "Fuck Sleepy Joe"
Bought a Lamb' truck and I bought a boat
Fifty round drum with a telescope
Fuck a bad bitch
dinner on Sunday, oh, by the way"
"He said he saw a girl that looked a lot like you up on Choctaw Ridge"
"And she and Billy Joe was throwing somethin'
pleased to have dinner on Sunday, oh, by the way"
"He said he saw a girl that looked a lot like you up on Choctaw Ridge"
"And she and Billie Joe was
Street IPA, Trader Joses, still no cans
Hey Joe, I’m still a fan of two dollar salad bags
Killer mixes romaine and spinach, salads ridic delicious
Lunch
the music bumpin all the way from The club to the crib Oh yeah
Written by
Elliott Nichols
(Killah BH)
Uh oh, It's that time again, It's been too long, It's family reunion
(Joe Budden)
Mic check, mic check
(Killah BH)
We
I got a worn-out truck sitting in the front-drive
Transmission slipping any day it'll die
Got a high maintenance girl on the edge of town
Ain't
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