Lyrics:
niggas
For Ransom
These hoes love me real bad Cause I'm handsome
Put a pole on a nigga
Now he dancing
Everybody claim they stepping Till They pressed by
And I will grind my ass off every single fucking day
Let's get it
We great
And we don't flake
We come in chopping the heads off these snakes
Great is our
handle this grind
Get you twisted like finger signs when I bind
Spectacle tackle attack, leavin' 'em limpin'
Then I'm off to catch some joy
Bruh I'm nurse
Man, it's Friday and I still ain't seen no Paycheck
Read a message, don't text her back, bitches Hate that
See lil' nappy head with that Glock, he
put that work in,
you do the math for me lil b I'm saucing in
(in & out out)
Winner winner choose (Rico with the roof)
Win or win or lose (Winnie
All I want in this rap game is a lil fame and some mills.
Gotta make sure my family straight and I gotta handle these bills
You already know
around wearing a crown
I'ma drop lyrical you gonna get drown
Knock out by the flow the way the hit sounds
I'ma let your lil' mama say we drop bombs
(Intro: Movie Sample)
You wanted to start up, baby, not me.
Well now you gotta pay!
So I'm gonna grind you into the ground, baby. And then I'm gonna
of jewels on me, burr
Niggas trying to be my new homies, curve
Trust will get you dust or lined up by a herd, damn bitch
Over bread he go to paper,
done enough, so I'ma keep on doing this shit
Lil Tunechi or Young Tunafish
[Chorus]
I'm goin' back in
Okay, I lost my mind, it's somewhere out
move somethin' like a boss
Cool nigga wipe me off
And you could too since a lil' nigga asked the part
Back then in Kimberly Homes where I lived
I was
a round, me and my dogs get bucked
With the Lil Cl'Che, still ready to get crunk
We M double A-be , now little bitch what
On a treaty the microphone, we
Chika-ah
Come on
Well, here's a lil' story that we like to tell
About two bad brothas that you know so well
With a pimp gain shoe game know we up
en jij gooit op puta's
AP bustdown, dat is ijstijd
Veel brein voor je meid dat is wijsheid
All day, all night, dat is mijn grind
Lil' bitch get down,
this far
You probly went to class, we skipped ours
And when we never came home
Baby we sent flowers
It's grind time, missed showers
Had my iPod playing
I'm top two, and it's been that, lil' bro can't fight to save his life
But with his knife, they might give you a shit bag
Might give you a bad day
Bitch, I'm in another nigga's city just like every week
Know I gotta stay up on the grind, nigga, ain't no sleep
Know you gotta watch out for them niggas
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