Lyrics:
Vibing to the instrumental
Tinted Glass blowing out the indo
Drugs fucking up my mental
Vibing to the instrumental
Waited on my time, I had that tick tock
every time they get touched
Sammy on the play, make a run, than slid up
One pound two pound three pounds four
All it takes is seven pounds of pressure for
had a deal I was poppin', no promo
All of a sudden all these bad bitches want a photo
M's in my account and M's in the logo
So every time I spend
of eligible young people
Standing amongst the crowd of adolescents
Struck by the nauseating mix
Of perfume and aftershave i look around
Still half expecting
a hi-hi-hi-hide
Dem a run come, come
You should see dem a come
Dem a, dem a run, dem a come
One by one
Two by two
Make it up to three
Four by four
Five by
side with Young Money, Cash Money
Or get left in your ride, crash dummy
Oh, I'll be around when the times get ugly
When the wheels fall off
side with Young Money, Cash Money
Or get left in your ride, crash dummy
Oh, I'll be around when the times get ugly
When the wheels fall off
One of y'all niggas gon' be fuckin' with me
I got two bad bitches gon' be rubbin' my feet
I got three young niggas down to bust out the heat
me that dope
Eight years old, when I jumped off the porch
By the time I was ten, niggas gave me the ropes
'Bout twelve years old, I'ma the baby lil
WALTER:
All right, where was I? "Once upon a time there was a dancer, and his name was Di―" Oh, silly me! I was accidentally reading "Son of the Dino Sore"
feet rubbed
By the baddest bitch, not Trina, but I swear to God
This bitch will make you call your girl up and tell her, "Hey, what's good?
"Sorry I
pre-Onika (ye-ah)
You the smaller version, you the baby sneaker
Flacko I wonder how it feel to live or be like you
Album number three, and keep it G like Q
I can hear the hum
Overhead of the power lines
Something half-sung, half-spoken
And fully ours tonight
This country's run by rich men's sons
And they
an all seeing eye
CIA and Google maps they're both tied together in a partnership
Lets be real Google is a CIA asset is anyone even surprised by that
I
I'm Imp the Dimp, the ladies' pimp
The women fight for my delight
But I'm the grandmaster with the three MCs
That shock the house for the young
I'm Imp the Dimp, the ladies' pimp
The women fight for my delight
But I'm the grandmaster with the three MCs
That shock the house for the young
Ask that nigga was he there for his niggas when they called and they needed him
I was flying please forgive me if I fall to my feet again
He don't
the
Instruments or get someone to play
It if I can't and the one
Time I sample for this album, it gets
Rejected, right before I have to turn
The album in i got
you to your destiny
Where by other souls are slain
It won't take long
It won't take too long at all
Three men in a desert wandering
One is knowing
300 deep
I say it 300 times
We what the streets wanna see
Feel like 300 Spartans
Stomping with 600 feet
Squad up! squad, squad
Squad up! squad, squad
feet rubbed
By the baddest bitch, not Trina, but I swear to God
This bitch will make you call your girl up and tell her, "Hey, what's good?
"Sorry I
young Gs will grip, then blast
Have you tried in the street? Fuck findin' my feet
I could ride, but it's better when I'm ridin a beat
My emotions are
leave me all the time
I got enemies
I lose friends of me, yea
Yea
By my lonely
Bitch don't fuck with me nigga I got a big tongue
Y'all niggas all talk,
Eliminate The Possibility
That To Be An E-M-C-E-E
Is Not A Threat To Society
Say Step By Step
Stride By Stride
I Know The Young Ladies Would Like To Ride
If
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