Lyrics:
make her no mother
I hit w/ a rubber
Right after i dub her
I'm come from the gutta
Where rain turn to puddle
The shit that you say
Can get hits on ya
I'm not sure
Does anybody make trill shit anymore
All up in club surrounded by Michael Kors
Like do bitches even have real tits anymore
Bow 'till your
of blow (N.O.R.E. Nina Sky)
Bring it up by doin' that slow (This shit is radio ready have been hear it approve)
(Baby let's got)
Repeat Chorus
Hey Maffia
So you motherfuckers thought I was gonna change my style?
- So what are you saying Todd?
To all you bitches, hoes, and all that shit
Here's
pleased up in the ride
On some gutta shit like Bonnie and Clyde
Pull it over
That thang too fat
Who sent you?
Tell them you ain't Eva coming back
And I
the streets head first
Snatch the game by the fukkin throat
Silverbak motivation
Shit on thess fukkin hater
Some niggas think they popn
But them niggas
Got my hat tilted on a bitch I think I'm T-I
Blazed in a daze you can see it in my E-Y
E's cuz be high
You ain't know it's b-Y
C bitch it's B.I
Z
so fly
Niggaz throw the deuces ery'time I ride by
Er-ery'body love me, I'm so fly
Niggaz throw the deuces ery'time I ride by
[Verse One]
C'mon me tell
harder then some niggas I know,
And I know, that she know, I'm by her side,
She by my side,
And if I ride then she goin' ride and we goin' ride until
alright
Bitches
It's your life
(verse 2)
Now I got to hit you wit some other shit
Sentinella gutta shit
Four sides of the chrome
Flows smack you
in a cup and some Hydro in a blunt
That I am gonna smoke with Santa Claus
Get him all shit-faced till the break of dawn
And, watch him fly off in
loving til we die cuz we stays tragic
Hey, what you doing baby girl, don't jump out your window
Hey, you know that you can fly now that J Dub your friend
Day after day, time flies by and I
Remain still yeah barely moving
Blinded by my mind
Weeks and months and seasons flow
But it feels kinda fake tho
E Tale on the building
Mhmm
Overseas chick
On some fly shit
I made her fly to Mozambique
That's the future lens
Keep the bros in mind
We business
a good day
Good God, I'm
So fly I don't need help
We making moves, wear your seat belt
Shit finna get real for the club
Because I'm getting hella love
by the club swerve, you wit ya girl swerve
A nigga move swerve, all my thugs swerve
[Chorus]
You ain't never had shit (uh uh) swerve on em
For ya
by the club swerve, you wit ya girl swerve
A nigga move swerve, all my thugs swerve
[Chorus]
You ain't never had shit (uh uh) swerve on em
For ya
better get another vick to work with, or quit
Cause I'm on some ol' L shit
Capable of murder but I never committed
Taking no shorts so you better forget
priceless nigga
You understand me? Either you wit us, or you ain't wit us
Either you in the huddle or ya out da huddle
Either you ride or pass and fly by
Murda murda, out the murda
30 slugs, comin' for ya
Rest in pieces, hallelujah
No ball, no court, we some shooters
Connected and locked in like they
from the gutta thats what get me paid yea
Member things I couldn’t buy yea
Member barely getting by yea
Member momma tryna hide when she cry cause she
I had some struggles growing up and they still stuck with me think about your name and drop a tear kause this sh*t f*ck with me say imma be a better
Got some money now I bring them bands out
Got some money now I bring the bands out
Fuck a nigga, nigga ask for handouts
This the highest that shit
Niggas
It's alright
Bitches
It's your life
Now I got to hit you wit some other shit
Sentinella gutta shit
Four sides of the chrome
Flows smack you
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