Lyrics:
Let me go and tell you all a story
Bout' this weird sh*t
She had dropped me once
Now she coming back for real d*ck
Little bi*ch
Cute face
Nice a*s
Alrighttt,
Beefin with dub, that shit don't make sense
All the bad hoes, we done been hit
Alrighttt
Beefin with dub, that shit don't make sense
All
And i ain't gon lie, this shit still stuck with me
And i ain't gon lie, this shit was hard to believe
And this shit still hurtin me (still hurtin me
Love man dat is love man
Zij brengt vriendinnen voor de squad dat is love man
Love man we hebben de stof man
En we gaan die shit gebruiken dat is
I cant fold I cant do that shit
You know how I do when I walk up in this fuckin bitch
AM to the PM boy i'm never gonna fuckin quit
They said why you
I swing my bag, she swing my way
(Yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?)
Ayy, this shit like practice
Ayy, SpongeBob, SpongeBob, my nigga Patrick
somebody gotta die, we put it on cap (on God, nigga)
And you can't sell a dime bag, bitch this folk's trap (this is bro's shit)
We still live like some
to Celine believin' in them gangsters out the street (good lookin')
Shit ain't just the fans, boy, the government givin' us streams (woo)
They like, "What
can't put these hoes for my priorities
I'm trapped inside 'cause I don't know who really for me
No, I ain't trippin', I just play this shit accordingly
(Latto)
(The biggest, brrt)
Exotic Birkin cost a hunnid, I die 'bout my bih
This a new body, I don't gotta lie 'bout my shit
Red bone, red
(Let the band play)
Whole lot of camouflage shit in the driveway
Plug look like Baby Joker on Next Friday
Blue gas in the Demon, now I'm gettin'
under 5'4", hell if I know
Niggas got me tight like Arthur's fist and shit
Like I'm not a arsonist and shit
Not a nigga that you wanna argue with
And that shit growing so luscious
And she wanna fuck but I know she fucked my cousin (uh)
Every time I think about you I say you disgusting
I'm
What up, Super?
Don't say you love me
Yeah, yeah
This shit get ugly
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Hey, hey, yeah
They judge me, but they don't know that I
yeah
Spend it, yeah
Still up, yeah
No shit, nah
Still up, yeah
I got bitches on my line
I got a million on hold
And I love 'em all the same
the doctor that serve the narcotics, see I'm on the lean and the Percocet
Money, I eat it and shit it and breathe it and sneeze it, matter fact, just burped
(Hit-boy)
Ay, me and brody, we gon' stay tight (we locked in)
He'll do some shit for me in the daylight (in the daytime)
Make sure his name good
(Hit-boy)
Had to take my jewelry off for this shit, man
Na, na, na, na, na
Had to take money out pocket and everything, before I even start
to Master P, but ain't no limit to this shit)
(Bulletproof and tinted in this bitch)
(Crib got eleven rooms, ain't no tenants in this bitch)
(We go back
I done had some conversations that can't be repeated
For the sake of some of my niggas' freedom
We done did some shit, I know so many secrets
Tell
what you wanna hear
But I can't change that shit dawg, it is what it is
And you can go fuck another nigga if that's how you feel
If that's gone make
I ain't takin no shit on my cuts
The UGK posse got the big big nuts
Yo, so who's a bold bitch?
Try to make a sale
You betta bail
Before they
(Webbie verse 1)
I ride down ya street you can hear me in ya den.
Shakin niggas walls when I put it past 10
G- shit, I ain't even gotta rap in em
I
I'm on some other shit
I'm dressed in all black
I'm wit my niggas them
And all of us strapped
We on dat killa shit
Somebody gettin wacked
You know I
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