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Mawcus, listen
I'm trying to tell her, we could go farther than you ever
Seen, if you stick to me, even if you fed up
Lean on me, you for me
a million on his head
Gotta look out for his children, he got picked up by the feds
Give a fuck about 'he say, she say' I don't wanna hear about what they
Tryna live like Sosa in Dubai
I ain't gotta sell coca to be fly
Got next like a bowtie on a guy
Drove by in a 5 two dimes in the car
Seventy outside,
and call yo` bluff
Ignore a fool, that`s what they holler
Snatch his bootsy a** up by the collar
Law enforcement agents got me and my dudes up under
so what you cryin' 'bout?
They ain't want me to spike the ball, I bought two Rollies and now I got time out
Fuck me up, I couldn't help Dave, I seen
damn
And damn
Right were you stand
Heard some talk that shorty got a man
Trying to foil my plan
Cooking up the oil in the pan
Fed me from your hand
Oh shit! Pat's at it again
Making White folk mad in a panicky bend
Best of luck, if had a fuck
Wouldn't give it up
For the feelings of the children
on these suckers who got anna
Because I won't produce them a track
So I react by puttin' a bullet in they back
These niggas got problems, let it be known
Ho
She’s calling me bad, so look am bound, to get blown
Get out the gaff, everybody go home
Av got my gal, licking her lips, gimme noddy lets bone
Tried
bring up a name yeah
I was down when I heard I can never let go
Cocking guns in my city
Man we got the pay roll
They be standing by your side
Man that
fool try me
Get hit wit the Llama
Fuck cuminana
Chorus - Teflon and Lil' Fame: 2X
It's a 4 alarm blaze
Everybody post up next
but light them toys
He can tell you bullshitting by the bass up in your voice
Raised by his old boy rest in piece little Cesar
He said he know the way
gangstas kill me
I know my vets in the game got to feel me
'Cause from the gate I *brrrr-raaa* down the door
Like Eddy Murphy I gave it to you raw
please dad?
Can I hang wit my little gang out?
Hearin shots rang out, heard my moms call my name out
Come upstairs, run up stairs
Take a bath, shit stained
the pound
My people's in town just dropped off the pounds
I told all my people, it's about to go down
Everybody gon' stay fed around me
Everybody gon' get
to think
He was my darg
Now I see that he's changed
Lions and gorillas
Come we go and
Make it our way
Should've
Could've
Would've
Man I'm fed up
nigga might need some Visine
Game got a nigga head throbbing, nigga might need some Advil
Feds picked up my nigga and his baby mama
Last night shit was
me with no straps
Scoop pat him down
It's too late, I got the ups on you
Don't try to racket now
I had to leave the drank alone
I kept blacking out
counted me out
I'm going up top, this shit, got hot, I had to switch the route
I'm the one who made the way, niggas tryna play like they forgot
I was out
me
My momma calling said you worry me
I been on a money mission for the currency
Saying fuck a nine to five, got my homies by my side
Now I only do
alone
Like
You got a man, but you're still alone
Got me outside of myself
I've been curving all the shawties
Getting fried by myself
Need to work up on my
make-up couldn't cover
Da faces of reality, my Annies ah crack lova
She fail to realize, cocaine don't love her
She still my queen, don't ask me why I love
make-up couldn't cover
Da faces of reality, my Annies ah crack lova
She fail to realize, cocaine don't love her
She still my queen, don't ask me why I love
project
Call me Travis with whats happenin', Butterfly Effect
Got damn, I demand an advance
I know you like the beat, get your hand out ya pants
They
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