Lyrics:
maniacal migos
I'll have you slicin' your wrists
Tell ya bish practice her kegels
I'm coming by with the stick
Keep least a pound of that Shego
Hit that
ego (Cap)
I tote that nina (Nina)
Had a baby by that lil' bitch Selena
All because my son, yeah
These racks I'ma bring her (No cap)
Fuckin' these hoes
punk heat
I make a massacre, try to rob one of my donkeys
But I ain't wettin' that
I don't wanna send nobody back, violently, fakin' that
Promise
[Lil' Rob]
Hey what's up homeboy
Lil' Rob back up in this motherfucker homey
Kicking back with Royal T, Frank V, Yogi, Silencer, and True Breed
didn't let em have it
They said lil ni**a what you got on your pocket
I said you better kill me first before you take advantage
1 Jit by my side, 1 jit in
on the wall yea he spilled him
Put my bitch on him yea we finna rob his ass
Put my bitch on him yea we finna rob his ass
Put the code in nigga we taking your
there's a Heaven, you would think they'd let ya speak to your son
Maybe she has in the form of a baby's laugh
I heard passin' by in a stroller remindin'
and laugh
Am I ridin dirty? You hate to ask
[Verse 14 - Chamillionaire - imitating Lil' Keke]
Southside, southside
Pass the fo', forget Don P
Pop the seal,
this
no matter what the fuck you do
I smash that ass like a block of hash
Then I rob you for cash, you little bitch ass
"Watch de
[Lil' Rob]
Hey what's up
That's right (What's happenin', holmes)
That's right
Lil' Rob (What's going on, ese)
Hey you know what, I feel like partying
[Chorus: Gucci Mane (Lil Scrappy): x2]
I rob in my black tee
Hit licks in my black tee
All in ya house searching for bricks in my black tee (Crank
'round wit' that cheesecake
Said that you better off dead hoe
Sprinkle a lil' cheese on her head
Wit' a hoe
Said I'm better off by myself, hoe
This ain't
be with some lil fools and no
They don't play by the rules
You better hide your boo before she
End up on this cruise
I be with some lil fools and no
When you getting them bands with niggas who done planned with ya
Gotta watch for the snakes cause they’ll try to hang with ya
How you gone try to rob
the southside, everybody house overcrowded
Forcing them to hang outside, my lil cousin Corey, hustle hard in fruits town
On the boulevard with the roof open like
don't abide by
Any rules, nigga I'm the shit (Woah)
And you know I'm the leader lil bruh
I'm the captain of the fucking ship (Yeah)
At the top
creator
Yahweh
Do it like uncle did
Yh
Do it like Rambo did
Yh
Moving like old school Cadillac, 20-inch rims on the Southside beach
Yh
Lil
uncle did
Yh
Do it like Rambo did
Yh
Moving like old school Cadillac, 20-inch rims on the Southside beach
Yah
Lil black girl with the dip
Peng
at ease
God know I know
That somebody gon' hate on me
But God know I'm thug so
You know lil' Boosie gon' and get skeet
Now God know my situation
He
at ease
God know I know
That somebody gon' hate on me
But God know I'm thug so
You know lil' Boosie gon' and get skeet
Now God know my situation
He
taste
Lil bihh wanna grab me by the waist
I grab her hair then i start to fuck her face
Groovey nigga from the Bo
Bangin since '94
I'll be damned if
Oh, really? Yeah
Oh, really? Yeah (racks)
I'm scared to break the top (why?)
I'm scared to make a mess because I'm watched by the cops (fuck
posted by my door
I'm from Da No
Yeah I stay Polo to the floor
Ooh, my money long, I cut my homies short
From Golden Acres, what it is
It really ain't i'm
Came Straight off The boat
Ha
Came from the mud
Bitch I'm clean big soap lot of suds (uh Yea)
Yea my Spiff big Drip
Imma Walkin jacuzzi lil tub (uh)
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