Lyrics:
it feels different
Uh, I only love her if her eyes brown
Play this shit while you play around with my crown
King H-O, y'all should know by now
it feels different
Uh, I only love her if her eyes brown
Play this shit while you play around with my crown
King H-O, y'all should know by now
Pack's a beast on the loose
Whippin kids like child abuse, once I put my style to use
Steppin' to me with an excuse is useless, cause I'm too slick
Styles
ever think that we're steppin' out of here,
You ever think you're gettin' up, down, around or in,
Huh huh, you better think again, my friend
Because
friends, I rock with my guys
We stuck til' the end
If you run up they gone blam, I got a Lil 9
You know it don't jam
Don't give a fuck what you saying, you
on instrumentals It's essential
When I, when I'm chillen with my baby, and my villain, my one and only lady
You know she always got my back when I be gettin sick
the store (yup)
But, baby, I'm not even mad
We steppin' out Ferrari, man
I got the 5 over UFO (ooh)
If you ain't spendin', what you in here for?
You see,
a four
And I smoke cigars, it ain't just for the show
I'm blessed from the do', and known for my stidile
I send a nigga baby mamma home with a smidile
a four
And I smoke cigars, it ain't just for the show
I'm blessed from the do', and known for my stidile
I send a nigga baby mamma home with a smidile
combats
My comrades is dealas and killas with TRU tats
Never gave a fuck 'bout no hoes or no riches
If niggas come short, I'm diggin' ditches
M.P.
combats
My comrades is dealas and killas with TRU tats
Never gave a fuck 'bout no hoes or no riches
If niggas come short, I'm diggin' ditches
M.P.
can't wait to straighten his face
Gotta get my mind out murder
VVS's fill my shirt up
Eighty racks to fill her purse up
With this shit, I lift her skirt
feel when you
By my side
Swervin' all through traffic and we can't stop
Catchin eyes
Of course we know they're comin' with their confusion
And lies
I
my homes
Cop a couple drop tops we ain't stoppin' we gone
Eat shrimp and lobster with the boss on the phone
Watch out for nigga go by me a drone
I tell
Times I can't be reached I'm out handlin' shit that need to be dealt with
No questions asked, but at the end of the day, I'm all 'bout my money
And I
down and fill it up with drow
I believe that I can fly before I ever trust a ho
Size 11, brand new J, we slick, we steppin' on the low
Lord, forgive me,
digit's
But not for these bitches
Put my eye in the scope, then I told him
C-O-D with these guns
Lets make an instrumental
Aim for the head nigga, aim for
Well, I woke up this mornin'
Looked outdoors
I can tell my milk cow
I can tell by the way she lows
If you see my milk cow
Please drive her on home
I
labels my vocabulary abusive (ah)
I packs more knowledge than Confucius, I'm deadly
Induce you like Medusa, with thoughts to share
To niggas throughout
walk the carpet with the boy you need to keep back
Weren't there when we started, where the team at?
Always by my side that's where my G's at
Lately I
fall out with niggas over hoes
Ayy, money over fall outs, my nigga, that's the code, oh
Santorini bands when I pull up to the coast
Better have my
City light, got me buggin and trife
Some die by the gun, some die by the knife
It's alright, like a game of spades I'm trump tight
Premier hit me with
wanna have my baby, bitch you silly hoe
Niggas laughin' bout my brother, but they brother dead too
Throw that sucker shit up, we could send you with your
Forget you
Sprinkle me man
Uh, sprinkle me man
Ah laced up by the best, check it out,
Uh, marinatin' on the corner with a chip in his phone
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