Lyrics:
True story ain't no lieing
A wise man can play a fool but a fool can't play wise
Unless you judge me by my cover so you can't read between my lines
tuck your pride
Or that shit get took
New bitch look like Nikki
Call me perk Nowitzki
Pity the fool like I'm Mr.T
Keep the tool like I'm bob the b
I
don't care, I paint the town red (walk on by)
Mm, she the devil
She a bad lil' bitch, she a rebel (walk on by)
She put her foot to the pedal
It'll take
I'm trying to move 1 one brick, 2 brick, 3 bricks, four, more
I'm trying to move 5 bricks, 10 bricks, 20 bricks raw
(I smoke one ounce staring
Hey Mr. Tambourine Man play a song for me
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to
Hey Mr. Tambourine Man play a song for me
In
no smoke. (smoke)
Yall don't want no smoke. (Fuck nigga, fuck nigga, fuck nigga)
I make it look good lil niggas, I'm hoping these niggas gon see me
holla Lil Shade in this bitch
Let the bloods holla Mr. Chris in this bitch
So who else in this game do i have left to tell come at me
cuz all this shit
whodi, and don't smoke it
Jack one of my souljas lil daddy; I doubt dat!
Get paid on the 1st & 15th, we bout dat!
A thousand fuckin grams, lil whodi, I
Stomp a nigga lights out
Call my hittaz, have them bring them pipes out
Sorry now its no more Mr Nice route
Sorry mama I ain't take the right route
I
wanna fuck and go to Vеgas
By the end of the week (By еnd of the week)
I smoke so many dead opps
They ain't fuckin' with me
(Dead opps, headshot)
Park
said she wanna smoke a rock cause it came off the moon
She said she wanna see a lil' heartagram, I told lil baby soon
I told her that I'd probably fuck
Ey mr d o double r my nigga blocko Gucci Mane
Whats happenin yeah yeah
I aint bullshittin
Gucci bout his buisiness
Twelve tryin catch me they got me
Hang Lil Nigga
No they Don't got a Clue
The Mud where I came from Nigga
Started selling Nickels then I bought the whole thang
She my lil Freak so she
shot, but spit that fire at her"
I see Pimp Ant, tryna shoot his lil piece of game
Big Chiefa holding down the whole city mane
Mr. Maintain said, "fuck it
She asked for doe do I look like a fool to you
Straight off the top nigga im on that Uzi flow
She give me top but she got a lil booty tho
She be a crip
cause you a broke boy
Obama where ya at I need that hope boy
You know you a lil bit funny cause you a joke boy
And she just tryna smoke so we gon smoke
You can't catch him, you can't stop him
I go by them goon rules
If you can't beat 'em then you pop 'em
You can't man 'em then you mop 'em
You can't
on coming while we
Running for your jewels
Steady gunning, keep on busting at them fools
You know the rules little Ceaser
Go ask your homie how I'll leave you
on the rack
Thinking they Kobe, and yet their whole demeanor is Shaq
I’m wan kenobi kicking Mr. Miyagi on wax (yo what the)
Gotta get off my ass cause I
of it/ And,
oh dog, my way through/ Buck it/ Bless my little brother,
money is a motherfucker
-Chorus-Lil Louis-
Just doin' what I want to; I'm livin'
written, we spend time spittin' in the booth
Sometimes it's like a pigeon coop
But it's all for the cause, yeah, so I'm
Gonna continue to MC and smoke
written, we spend time spittin' in the booth
Sometimes it's like a pigeon coop
But it's all for the cause, yeah, so I'm
Gonna continue to MC and smoke
said Mr church man stop knocking at my door
I said oh Mr church man you know that I've heard it all before
When I go let me die fool by the sea
And if
smoke, they don't want none
Imma be posted by the fort, till that dope come, get some doe to lil bro
To make a store run, and if them folks come, just say
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