Lyrics:
confessin
"Yo, I murdered Steve Austin," now I'm wanted by Bionic Woman
Women bring you more miseries like that movie
Stress go to India, smoke hashish with
(DJ FMCT)
(DJ Bandz, oh, man)
She said it's yours unless I call her
Finesse her, for sure, she nasty, for sure, for sure
My young niggas
stay in one place
And go ape (ooh ahh huzzah)
What up, ma, see you got me curious
I ain't looking for tail, so call me George
If there's no Donkey Kong
Could you drop it one time for me
Bring your body close right by me
Hop up on me lil bad bunny
Dancing by lonely
Cause my only
Doesn't know me yet
helair?
Doing well but my nigga's momma on welfare
Ridin' round the town and you know
I'm safe and sound cause
For me being in the hood
Is safer than
Run the bag, ruthless riches bitches got me in the cab
We riding high top with our blunts up in the bag
I can't believe what she wearing diamond
right jabs
Showing love cut me deep
I’m still peeling off the scabs
That love and loyalty
Shit come and go like yellow cabs
I ain’t trying to die young we
mistake
Your loss, we didn’t get year 3 stay
I come from the house of Tembusu
Shan, Ora, Ponya, Gaja and Tancho
I leave the place for all that's new
go Jungle eyes red
Looking for trouble
And that's Nas dancing with dimes
But who's his manage
The imperial thug
Is cold deep grand wiz
We taking
(Hey baby, you wanna go out?)
(You wanna go out honey?) Flossy P
(Spend any money?) You see this bitch here?
(Come here cutie, hey, come here)
drove a cab
A young Houston hard-hitter all about the scrilla
Ridin' somethin' candy coated, crawlin' like a caterpillar
I'm tippin' on them fours, I'm
drove a cab
A young Houston hard-hitter all about the scrilla
Ridin' somethin' candy coated, crawlin' like a caterpillar
I'm tippin' on them fours, I'm
love to a thug
Got that call my brother died when i was playing with my son
Death is coming that's for sure ain't no place that we can run
Plus these
I gotta keep breakin' these bars down
I'll go slow for the speds
But when I go (roof) like the doberman said
I still think the (roof) would go over
(Hey baby, you wanna go out?)
(You wanna go out honey?) Flossy B
(Spend any money?) You see this bitch here?
(Come here cutie) Man
(Hey, come
the streets alive, I hoped for the best
Get the beef alive I cook it to death
The young Gs will ride they're looking to rev
When I come for man, they get
Death will come for all of us eventually!
The beauty of life and death is something many don't see!
Blinded by fear of losing what they built
Death
for?
When I was young I was so very dumb
Eager to please a lil'
Trick on a mission tryin to get in my P's
Me and my niggas is thug niggas
Former known
ever I write
I need the space to say whatever I like, now just
(Change clothes and go) You know I stay, fresh to death I brought you from
lone , stay by lone aye
When I’m out , won’t vanish
Being me , they panic
Need me the ice that be glancing
Feeling the vibes letting go and they dancing
No, no no no no i'm not doing a fast flow
Let's take it back to old school Mac
Let's go back a few years
I'm on vacation for life
Can I please have
in my slab
But I could still catch boopas if I drove a cab
A young Houston hard hitter all about the scrilla
Riding some candy coated crawlin' like
with me
Good loud yeah you know i keep some stank with me
I'm a young don Dada so don't play with me
Turn to target practice i guess we shopping for
We can go bowling it ain't like before
Can't y'all see that I'm growing?
I was so immature
I was young and having money
Having honeys come
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