Lyrics:
said, "Can I have some to hold?"
And I can't ever tell you no
Damn, my AP goin' psycho, lil' mama bad like Michael
Can't really trust nobody with all
business
You might say "Damn, Mr. Funkee's throwing out"
But if you listen to the words then you'll know what I'm about
Any props you receive are the props
he left me for a bitch (damn)
Damn, out here on my own on this gangster shit (on this gangster shit)
Growed up, made a lot of enemies, I got guns,
Yeah, Ace Hood (woah)
What's up baby? (Woah, oh)
We the Best, huh
So I had a few things in mind (woah, oh)
Haha, and I was thinkin'
row, I was sitting by you
Right before Mr. Ammond's class
'Cause my mom couldn't afford new Js
Polos, thrift store, thrift clothes that was all I knew
didn't think twice)
Damn lil baby so bad she'll turn yo girlfriend to a dyke
(Oh my oh my)
Up all night we don't never snooze
(Hell naw)
I've been
oh
Play no games (no)
Freaky (freaky)
I can learn a lot from you, gotta come teach me (woo, woo)
You a lil' hot girl, you a lil' sweetie (no,
Mitch
Cuz I'm flipping what I'm sewing
Call up mr dope man ask him what he doin (Aye)
Call up mr dough man see what he Pursuing (Aye)
Call up mr flex
oh oh tell me tell me
Oh oh oh what to do what to do
Mr stranger
What would happen if we had
Love, support and understanding
I dont know what your
to stunt - I don't need to front
There black history e'ry day - I don't need a month
The survey says - by the streets according
Kanye's just important
Minaj by my sons (O oh)
You do all your flexing for funds
I run on you laps and you fun
I know I'm the chosen one
I don't see how you let nothing but
majesty Mr Rockson
Plenty Brothers wanna drown him
God forbid it damn!
Records after records
For your Souls and Hearts
The family's got chefs writers poets
a big flop
Swervin
Lil Bitty want it bad
I don't wanna hit it if she giving it like that
I'm certain
That they Coming for the cash
If I throw a rack then
block and we hop out
We pull up to your block and we hop out (Oh yeah!)
Look, look
I get a text, then I'm grabbing my coat and I'm ready to go
Sorry lil
like damn
What's to these damn pills? Geekers
(huh huh) came a long way from everybody
Callin' me Lil Will
(Lil Will, Ball, yeah yeah)
I'm Ballout baby,
this shit is hysterical
By my nephews and nieces I will email Jesus
Tell him forward to Moses and cc Allah
Mr. soul survivor does that make me
(TJ produced it)
Ooh-whoa, oh-oh, oh
I used to call you my lil' bro, you went and broke the code
Oh, yeah
Uh (Key Gang got the keys jumpin')
thing
Young, dumb, and full of cum
Lil crazy ass nigga, homie where you from
I bang the bet, bang the set
Tat on my neck, teck on deck
Yeh yeh
thing
Young, dumb, and full of cum
Lil crazy ass nigga, homie where you from
I bang the bet, bang the set
Tat on my neck, teck on deck
Yeh yeh
of why we live on the land
Oh how I remember I'll never forget
A time long ago A time that feels so long ago
Better get home grandma
You left your shower
Oh shit I'm recording
Yeah you fuckin dumbass (gang, gang)
Aye I don't even think y'all niggas even realize know what's going on
But let's go (gang,
’m throwing up subliminals
We bout to leave, you agree to come with
Oh, you brought your friends
I brought mine
Let’s get lit
We could go of skrt off
it snow bringing all them bricks in
So fuck it I'm money sprung, Mr. Go Get It Done
That shit ain't my fault, it's always reasons
I pull it, I bet he
yo place, you cannot roam
Yeah, imma rock out lil' bitch, by my lone'
Yeah, gotta watch how you talk to me, fix yo tone
I gotta keep up the pace
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