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And flex my iced-out necklace and bust-down wrist, but she didn't like that
They say they want real hip-hop back
They're tired of the nonsense
We need
It get cold in the rain when you steppin' by yourself
And I held out my hand but nobody gave me help
Was it part of the plan for everybody turn they
you, you the girl of my dreams,
I slid inside your dms, come fuck with a n**** like me,
Forever steppin bout you girl, you know it's all about us,
Me
your brown skin shinning in the sun
And hair combed back with sun glasses on
Baby I can tell my love for you this summer will be strong
No more 9 to 5 I
shit rollin'
Knockin' down all ya'll broads
Nine out of ten of my vibes, they flawless
It's no half-steppin', we all in
Cascade, baby, keep that
plat on
Send him on his ass like uh
Where you niggas from with my crazy lady
Your baby momma look like she made to pay me
Shady baby
Spend a bank roll
me how you feel
I been depressed with all this money by my lonely, baby
I just need someone to keep it real
Somewhat abusive, let's be trill
When
Knocc Out]
Well its the nickidy Knocc ready to pop like a glock
With my brother D-are-E and we back on the block
As these funky cluck hoes fuck all
got pinched, my man with him
He said he breakin'
Said he came out the gate
Strong but now he waverin'
Said the G's fadin' him 'cause
He wouldn't put
racks
She said that shit impressive
Like Chris Brown in Stomp Thе Yard
Get shot while you steppin'
My niggas likе walkin' 'round
With automatic weapons
Sunbathing with a Rollie on, tan all on my tattoos
All my 16s cashews, V12 when I pass you
Reminiscing about the Motorolas
Weed stronger than
the late 80s, raisin' babies
I love her, God bless you, your body somethin' special (yeah)
I love to play connect the dots with your facial freckles
No
the late 80s, raisin' babies
I love her, God bless you, your body somethin' special (yeah)
I love to play connect the dots with your facial freckles
No
the champ
The shit gon' jump out the gym and you can tell by the stamp
Wanna know what color it is and you can tell when it's stamped
AR-15 with the drum,
new style
My old girl dope, but I love my new girl
So when I'ma slow down this merry go round called life
I was a youngster with a fever, moms
of some times that I miss
When life was simpler, when I was still optimistic
With my baby girl wearing red lipstick
In a red dress looking somewhat mystic
That bih claiming that's my baby so I took her out to Maury
She a dub slimy bitch that's why I'm clutching on my forty
I be smoking on these backwoods
to my hideout, cause I'm smokin' that spinach
and stayin' strong to the finish and then I ride out
See you on the freeway, sorry baby
But I gotta
to my hideout, cause I'm smokin' that spinach
and stayin' strong to the finish and then I ride out
See you on the freeway, sorry baby
But I gotta
get cake
I pop my shit you might not like it
But you better stay in yo place
I see through shit just like a psychic
Just by the look in yo face
It's
in others’ thrown outs
And besides that Max’s old and run by a Punjabi snot
They ain’t gonna miss him
My bullet will look good in his Buddha temple
It's the man, it's the myth, in the midst of the minks
With the M's on my mind in Maui taking pics
Motivated by more that mean
I want more of this, I
walked in my kitchen
Attention, my baby's coming over
I'ma need everyone to go
Take what you need and get to steppin’
No you don't need to wait up
Whatchu mean, I thought you left that cat which was true
I'm not talkin about him, another dude
Been wit him for a year and had a baby by him (word?)
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