Lyrics:
me, yeah
This shit ain't by chance
I'm gettin' my cash in advance
I never accepted no handouts
Was all in my plans
The others all love to just rant
But
[Intro] [Johnny P]
Now I lay me down to sleep.
Said I pray the lord my soul to keep.
If I should die before I wake.
Said I pray the lord my soul
Grand, Skillz, Hip Club Grove, Shy Love and Buck 65
Jo also taught me how to make beats on the sampler
I bought from SIXTOO and around '99 I started
the chips and dip then lay low
Stand on the stage, screamin' I'm real like J-Lo
Runnin' for Roc Nation numbers, that's a different J tho
Don't speak, just
whore it
Brand new Glock, I adore it, have a nigga runnin' like Forrest
V.I.P., I'm very important, in the hood I ain't never no tourist
Got the drop
Love ya'll
J.A.W 9 productions
Muse Music
Ya mean
No Smoke, Please Drop Off Here
Nate is there some other shit you wanted to say?
girl
I love ma little nasty girl
All the ladies if u hear me
Grab ur titties for B.I.G
I love ma little nasty girl
All ma women from around
blow up with my music, I'ma take you to Bahamas now
After we fuck, I make you change into pajamas now
Yeah, I'm runnin' around, but I don't fuckwith any
girl you love 'em, that's a habit
Don't hang around them, they be thuggin', I'm advisin' you
Four pounds, you say you the plug, who you lyin' to?
This
love they see my greatness on the low
They wana support but they just waiting till i blow
I got ice around my throat like my necklace made of snow
mention, it's a few nigga still owe me pennies
He keep playin' around, come on that side of town
And I ain't want 'em to but they came with me
They keep
sideways, showin' off his waves with a chipped tooth
is this the truth?
this is what we do, sip a brew
wait around his crib until it turns around two AM
Rocks his hat sideways, showin' off his waves with a chipped tooth
Is this the truth?
This is what we do, sip a brew
Wait around his crib until it
deal
Ta jamais signé le lease
You ain't the future of shit, David Porter, you frontin'
Tu peux pas m'en passer des p'tites vites, les tarots j
fear, sittin around watchin muthafuckas die
The faces of death
Who coulda predicted 2pac would be next?
Read ghetto text: if you live by the sword
ink
Killer instinct, R.I.P. 'em
Gotta think like that 'cause forever I be needin' 'em
Plan flawless, mistakes never repeatin' 'em
Some love, some
f*ck what you’re telling me
This boy's so clean you can tell by the smell of me
Danny P I got bars like a felony
Dissin' me and you might just get hit
the way that I pattern in two's
I told you don't fall for the trap, It's cap
All love until the days go by
Been with a next ting, ain't my type
Thats
is go ham, get the cheddar in my account, that's a sandwich
I’m doing this with my homies
Remember when we had no p’s
Remember when these girls didnt
want to stop me, they can never do it yeah
Grindin' grindin' grindin' on a young brother head
Showed me fake love, all you did was pretend
We went
featuring Big Tymers, Hot Boys
{Juvenile}
How you love this playboy? This one here bezzled out.
With the Hot Boys and the Tear da
heat
Word on the street Soulo done done it again
Look at me
I used to match a dub sack with my friends
Now we smokin' by the O
Like the letters P and N
Love big titties, turned on by them C Cups
Did a show in Boston drinking lean out a tea cup
No party, I'm sorry
Ridin' round in the motorcycle, no
chase a buck done took the lead
Tryna win by a landslide you step on a landmine
And everything just blows up around you
Now you is lost up on the field
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