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I live on the run but im bothered by fitness
My father and sister had told me its nowhere i got in this business
But swear they aint knowing about
me yea she dish it well
Besitos but I don't kiss and tell
Head to toes I got her gripping nails
Imma bring the hammer man I bet we'll build
Bar
it's a battle
Had to stop and cut the grass, 'cus I thought I heard a rattle
Ballin' with no jumper
Ballin' with no jumper
Yeah, yo bitch, she gon' pull
Smoke in the air
Live life like we don't care
I face one to myself
As if it's my last breathe
I don't like to share
Don't care bout what I spend
Cus
it
I got a grinder and I'm gonna roll
Where my weed?, nigga where my dough?
We gon get high in the sky
Rolling wit the honey dew, yo bitch on my phone
a sequence
Sold out to the block I got it back by this new weekend
I wanna spend the weekend spend the weekend got up wit yo hoe
She made her throat go
up
Screaming ur name but I digress
Cus that's in passed let me digest
And shit it out my ass
And just so we're clear
Ya know u blew it
U can walk on by
wasn't real, I wouldn't be in this position
Like that, dogg, I got a whole lot to say
I'm by myself with my rhymes when we kick it all day
Lil' Jay used
yo' ass up
You know where we comin' from
Death Row! BIATCH! Ha ha hahaha!
A yo, Kurupt, you first to blast, nigga
And you know how we do it
gon' hit yo' ass up.
You know where we comin' from
Death Row bitch Ay yo Kurupt
You first to blast nigga and you know how we do it
to it yea you know the routine
Do the dash in a foreign machine
Spend a whole lotta money on jeans
At yo front door wit a mask like its Halloween
One
Pincherman Dover big dawg like I'm roof
I got the pistol let it go doo doo doo
Blowing this bitch at yo mofucking dome
No bitch I ain't got me no mofucking
drake
In the jungle it get crazy gotta watch snakes
We gone make it out this btc cus I got faith
Really in the deep end
Brothers dying mamas crying
I love the way your body's moving when its grindin on me.
We got the drinks by the dozen and nobody's coming.
I don't care all I want is your lovin
on the roof, mane (Gucci gang)
Savage got shooters in the booth, mane (that's it right there, Gnealz)
This nigga talkin' crazy 'bout who, mane?
Shot a pussy
About this time
You know we got you open, don't front
You know the name by now
You know what we want 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1
It's Priest mothafucka
You
like my name Greg Popovich
I live by da code like I stay in sum apartments
I be on fire like my name yo gotti
Learned how to hustle keep sum guap in my
"good thinken hoe", so we lay up like a finger roll
Shorty met a real gun slinger yo, and I'll do whatever
It takes to keep this bitch - I'd be stupid
to certain people, right?
And they're like, yo, you know what I mean?
It's like, I tell them, yo, we're tryna flip that word "nigga"
And show them that
teeth
Get yo get back for you get smacked cus we play for keeps
Fuck Smacc wait for get back come and play wit me
Pop the top nigga get dropped like yo
you got a problem sugar take your time
'Cause if you don't mind baby I don't mind
I don't mind if you don't mind
Baby we can spend some, can spend
she got herself a clown
She need a real nigga and she need it right now
She like how that sound
Cus I ain’t no scrubs
How you looking for love but
know the money got me moving all night baby
Catch a play then I’m gone yeah that’s life lately
Said I stack it then I spend it then I make it right back
ass for later
I get what you need and serve it up like I'm a waiter
But I won't put a cape on 'cus I can't be yo savior
Trust issues 'cus niggas like
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