Lyrics:
30 my vibe it's my time we getting litty he'll ye
He'll ye he'll ye
Mmmmmmm
Wasspoopin 5
Wattup slime
I'm in my bag an you know I be killin it
She in
hell and back, you know I'll hang em' with my lace too
Use the fuckin aglet, stick it through their eye and make skew
Putting in the work, while some
feet yeah just move your feet
Just move your feet
Like we do it in the street
You already know me
Lil Andrew Carnegie
Just keep it clean
You know we rep
when I walk in the mirror
I just need you to see bigger pictures
I got us a plan to get richer
It was cold I survived all them blizzards
Take my bitch
time I touch her hand
It's like I'm burning in the fires of hell
And if I hold her too long
You never can tell what'll happen to me
I wouldn't want
Corner Pub fries
Vital to the rivals cause they love to see my tide
Tired of the bullshit, you see it in my eyes
Steps to giving no fucks, you know I'm
Meet me, I know I make it look easy
And I don't a b see a way for you to be me
So a-ssume assume three things
1. I been blessed too blessed 3. You
ain't right, then let me die in this song
See, I be riding, just riding alone
With my daddy on my mind like, "You gotta be kidding"
How the hell you
ain't right, then let me die in this song
See, I be riding, just riding alone
With my daddy on my mind like, "You gotta be kidding"
How the hell you
ain't the guy
You say that you have it
You a motherfuckin lie
Shoot a nigga in his face
With a you might die
Smokin cherry pie when a nigga fly by
Choppa
fresh when I hop out I quit school to hit licks im a drop out
You was playing games I was outside slanging that torch in a drive by
South west nigga got
how you lost to me if
you really don't got nothing to offer me then you better get the hell up off of me (get off me)
Verse 3
Just let me get a second
ain't mad at you for bein with somebody else
Why, see I'm from the south, I keep hoes in the chicken coop
I got bitches lined up in they birthday suit
scent
She think am funny coz of my accent
(C)
(V3)
Stuck in this time I am stuck in a loop
I feel I have done it all with everything I do
Am free all
a turn
Now my sideman wants to give a preview
so at my next concert I wanna see you
there not sittin in a chair
standin on yo feet, with yo hand in the air
laugh at yer look
Your voice or your face
And by any number of bets in the book
Will be rollin' long after the bubblegum craze
You need something
baby
I am a VCR funeral of dead memory waste
You can see it in my face
As drink crawls down the esophagus staircase
Into my bowels of Hell
Naked like
eyes out, I ain't see shit
One nigga slidin' in a two seater, I'm clutchin' three sticks
Catch him and he done, he try to run, I hope his feet quick
said, Enjoy yourselves in your homes for three days, for that is how long you will live
This is a promise that is inevitable
So when our commandment came,
to raise hell and bail and brag and sag
or beat down for ya flag
'cause if you is or you ain't a gang banger
Keep one in the chamber
'cause you
Three days to get it on
And three days to get it off
And three more days to die
Then I'm six feet down
And I'm asking the good Lord up in heaven
Hahaha, uh
See, to live is to suffer
But to survive
Well, that's to find meaning in the suffering
Ay yo I'm slippin', I'm fallin', I can't get
move it lowkey
She trying to fuck, she in heat
Yeah, she gotta fuck by the three (smashed)
Tip toeing back door and creep (back-do)
I don't know no
And we're gonna sing it again
Gods and men, aight?
We got some gods in the house tonight!
See, on the road to hell there was a railroad line (mmm)
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